wandering on air as on the other side of the Milky Way galaxy the fallen angels empty their drinking horns and the feasting begins . . . what to do or not do . . . earth or the other way to one of the worlds only a necromancer can see . . . the distance no matter . . . no. . . the rings of Saturn stretched out from end to end to ride on and there tomorrow . . . mischief to contemplate wherever one goes.
My fall series post for today published over on my Substack at the link including this grand 1920s Halloween party napkin from Dennison.
