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October 5, 2011
I smell jack-o-lanterns. That wafting scent of candle-cooked pumpkins. I love October. I love Halloween. I love the stiff chill in my fingertips and the taste of magic in the air. I look forward to Halloween more than Christmas.

And yet... this is a bad time of year for me. Perhaps it's just that I let my hopes get too high. I expect too much. I'm a little girl dressed up in shiny new shoes and a pretty black dress, only to learn the party I've been invited to is a funeral.

The lilies are just plastic.