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Favorite characters, or dreams of who we
should have been?
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The first Halloween costumes I sewed featured my favorite show, Battle of the Planets. One, Princess, was a girlie-pink bow to convention. The other, Jason, closer to my heart, remains hidden, uncaptured by photographs. At left, an attempt at Prince Corwin of Amber on short notice. My sister plays Jon Bon Jovi; my brother, a beatnik. We were never too old for Halloween. |
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My sister is wise in the ways of birds, animals, and ancient lore. The face behind the mirror is cruel. Herself? Her evil twin? She dreams, and dreaming, brings nightmares to life. |
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On Halloween, the German teacher reveals his clownish side, and the mild-mannered professor transforms into a murderous thug. | ![]() |
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Fables and fairy tales? Or the world's darker side, revealed to all eyes when the veils between fact and legend grow thin on one bitter-cold eve? We think that we wear masks. If we were pawns, the mirrors of other spirits for one evening, would we know? Or care? Masks bring frightening freedom. Spirits reveal themselves. See. |
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