[ night on bald mountain ]

Sometimes, you leave your husband and daughters alone for the evening, and when you come home, all the lights are out upstairs, and as you are walking up the lawn, you hear Night on Bald Mountain and maniacal laughter falling from the darkened, open windows. And you know all is right with the world.

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