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Halloween ATC... Update [10 Jul 2006|02:38pm]
I'm posting this in hope to get more people to sign up for this. I posted the origanal which can be seen here about two weeks ago. So anyone who wants to join still either email me at nitemare420me@yahoo.com or just post in one of the ATC threads. There's a lot of room left and if you want to just doodle or if you want to make a master peice there are still a lot of different groups to choose from.

PS~ I am currantly working on My Little Pony ATC, so if anyone would like me to post those when I'm done for another example, I'd be glad to. And no pointing and laughing just cause I like My Little Ponies..

Edit: Hey mods,would I be off my rocker to ask if there could be a place on the main page of this community that says ATC sign-ups and up-dates and have it linked to the main ATC page that is the link above. And I'll keep that updated with edits. Cause if it's on the main page it would be easier for members to find.
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The Legend of Sleepy Hollow [10 Jul 2006|10:18pm]

I've always loved this part in "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." The great description of autumn on the Hudson. Reading this always gets me excited for Halloween :)

"As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of apples; some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees; some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market; others heaped up in rich piles for the cider-press. Farther on he beheld great fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies; and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields, breathing the odor of the beehive, and as he beheld them, soft anticipations stole over his mind of dainty slapjacks, well buttered, and garnished with honey or treacle, by the delicate little dimpled hand of Katrina Van Tassel.

Thus feeding his mind with many sweet thoughts and “sugared suppositions,” he journeyed along the sides of a range of hills which look out upon some of the goodliest scenes of the mighty Hudson. The sun gradually wheeled his broad disk down into the west. The wide bosom of the Tappan Zee lay motionless and glassy, excepting that here and there a gentle undulation waved and prolonged the blue shadow of the distant mountain. A few amber clouds floated in the sky, without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. A slanting ray lingered on the woody crests of the precipices that overhung some parts of the river, giving greater depth to the dark-gray and purple of their rocky sides. A sloop was loitering in the distance, dropping slowly down with the tide, her sail hanging uselessly against the mast; and as the reflection of the sky gleamed along the still water, it seemed as if the vessel was suspended in the air."

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