The Great Pumpkin

Halloween has come and gone. The trick or treaters of Dawson City 
have devoured most of their loot. 
Even the young girl who appeared at our front door riding on a pony.

The pumpkin sits alone atop a garbage stand at the front of a house on Eighth Avenue.

It has been cold. A few mornings ago we awoke to minus thirty-seven. 
It is warmer this morning, about minus twenty. A heat wave.

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