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Scarecrow Samhain Blessing

Left then right into a corn maze as the Sun flickers on October; Laughter transforms to screaming as we spot a scarecrow, a pipe smoking but it’s not lit; ‘Trick me, treat me.’ he says ‘By all means creep me. Welcome, this field is not as it seems. Flashlights on or the spirits will see. Blessed Be, Blessed Samhain’.

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