Welcome to November Country. The veil is down and things have slipped through, dark things, and they come with Winter gnashing at their heels. This is the country of broken hearts, unrequited love, and gray loneliness. It is the place where hope struggles, and often fails, to stay afloat on the frosty air. If you choose to come to November, bring all your talismans and charms with you, bring sage and salt and lavender tobacco, and bring a tailor to stitch your pieces back together again.