A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye,
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky.
Castle of Indolence
The sky had turned a pinkish orange color as the sun set over the horizon. In the distance, an erie squak taunted out of the beak of an invisible bird.
My dad guessed it was a raven.
I was in Tarrytown, exactly next door to the small village of Sleepy Hollow. It was dusk, and we were about to venture into the little spot of New York that has made me intrigued for so long. The presence of the raven aroused a sense of mystery and suspense... I was about to explore and investigate the grounds of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow!
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