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The Pumpkins of Fir Street
A seasonal treat to scare you out of your gourd.
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credit: Rommy Torrico
It was a sunny summer day when we moved into the house on Fir Street. Even then, on that first day before … everything … the plants in the overgrown garden seemed to move of their own accord. Swayed to the tune of a different breeze than the one playing with our hair as we slogged back and forth from the U-Haul.

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