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“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”  ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne

“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne

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>> TALES FROM THE CRYPT™ One-of-a-kind-undead-entite-with-followers-across-multiple-x-generations...<<…Well if it our old friend The Cryptkeeper™ returned from a long slumber!!! Do you think he might tell us where he's been for all these years? Off in some rotted tomb is anyone's guess....>>…

I sat there bathed in the full light, the only sound was my squill frantically scratching at the page. I had to tell them, I couldn't leave it. They had to know...

I sat there bathed in the full light, the only sound was my squill frantically scratching at the page. I had to tell them, I couldn't leave it. They had to know...

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