...till All Hallow's Eve. Boy does time fly!
Today also marks six years since Mama Holidays died. I miss her.
Here's an excerpt from her short story entitled 'The Waterfall':
The third key placed inside the keyhole opened the door to a child, a teacher and a cross. He was a child of divinity. His teachings were pathways to eternity. The burdens he bore upon the cross were for the salvation of all humanity. As a puff of wind inched the door to its final closure, a glowing hue of red shone through its opening. The long stemmed yellow bells began to ring fervently in a clamor of victory as the door closed tightly.
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