In an article I read many years ago the author from the United States described what it was like to be living in Mexico on the night between November 1st and 2nd in a pre-Aztec valley known for its deep mysticism. At midnight all the bells up and down the valley began ringing to hold open the curtain between the two worlds. During the hour that they continued the valley was filled with a hush and a peace while those living there called to themselves their dead and they were together again for a while.
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