Happy Samhain, everyone. Don’t forget to carve your turnips, to guide the dead on their journey.
As soon as I could collect my scattered senses, I found myself nearly suffocated, and groveling in utter darkness among a quantity of loose earth, which was also falling upon me heavily in every direction, threatening to bury me entirely.
Quotation from Edgar Allan Poe, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym
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