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Halloween is my favorite holiday. Who doesn’t love chocolate and pumpkin flavored everything? Halloween’s metaphysical tones always appealed to me even before I consciously identified as a blood-and-soil nationalist. It is a time of fiery foliage, fertile pumpkin patches, and intriguing mists, It is perfect for rereading a bit of Lovecraft or Poe. (more…)
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2,390 words
I cannot speak for the rest of the world, but for those of us who grew up in the United States, especially in its more rural environs, autumn is a particularly nostalgic season. In part, this is owing to associations formed during childhood: the forest ramblings, the fallen leaves crunching underfoot, the morning fog over the trees, the smell of woodsmoke in the air; the pumpkin patches and hayrides, county fairs and bonfires — all of these thoughts and remembrances come back to us in this season, tinted in shades of red and gold. (more…)
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6,101 words
Come out, ’tis now September, the hunters’ moon’s begun,
And through the wheaten stubble we hear the frequent gun;
The leaves are turning yellow, and fading into red,
While the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down its head.
— “All Among the Barley,” British folk song (more…)