It is said that at Samhain the membrane that separates the ones who are living from the ones who have gone before stretches to its thinnest, and may even become so insubstantial that voices and visions and other strange things will pass between.  A spooky, high-spirited romp, like a wolf dancing and howling at the moon, in celebration of the only question that, ultimately, is worth asking.


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