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Deep night in the forest, deep night on the hill. The Old Wise One opens her cloak – Inside, bitter smoke coils like a snake. Heaped at her feet, orange pumpkins grin.  The bones of her hand shine through the skin. Breath of Mystery rides the wind: Honor me. Breath of death cold on the back of your neck: Honor me. Breath of magic whirls around you: Honor me. Breath of endings and beginnings, always new: Honor me now. -Song of the Samhain Goddess by Cait Johnson   Though Samhain/Halloween/Dia de los Muertos can seem morbid or spooky, it is...