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The waves crash against the quiet sands of an empty beach and the last tiki torch is blown out by a susurrous breeze carrying fallen leaves across the cloudy sky. The party draws to a close and guest begin to wander back to the comfort of home as the heat of summer is fading away into the long shadows and the vibrant colors of fall. Soon the sweet scents of fresh cider and pumpkin pie will signal the changing of the seasons. A harvest moon is on the rise and soon grinning lanterns will light the way to Halloween. If you listen closely you can already hear the sprits whisper: "We're coming..."