Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday 31 October 2008
Down the road, early evening.
I suddenly see the setting sun is turning the last of the maize into as mad a marigold as the pumpkin's flesh I'm scooping. We hurry out, almost too late.
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Are you scooping out pumpkins for food -- or jack o'lanterns?
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