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I speak much of twilight, of dusk and evening. I begin with shadows and I must end with them, having lighted a clearing along the way. To go further is to describe the persistence of the forest and its shadows within us. How the man–beast of fantasy and star–crossed resemblance returns, as dream image clothed in scales, feathers, and fur; and those confused re-affirmations of transitional life–werewolves and vampires, blood drinking night–things with sharp teeth and pointed ears. — John Haines, The Stars, The Snow, The Fires