A gentle breeze rustling the dry cornstalks. A sound is heard, a goblin walks. A harvest moon suffers a black cat's cry. Oh' do the witches fly! Bonfire catches a pumpkins gleem. Rejoice, it's Halloween!
A 20-something wife, wannabe domestic engineer, a child of God, a thinker, a learner, a perpetual procrastinator who is learning that sometimes, old habits die hard.
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