Tag: Jeanette Winterson
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of halloween and crimson leaves and things that go bump in the night
“The night was sweet with the dust of autumn leaves that smelled as if the fine sands of ancient Egypt were drifting to dunes beyond the town.” Although I first read it when I was very small, Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes remains one of my favorite books. I recently gave a copy…
yvonne C. garrett 