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Not sure who these are yet, but they're characters somewhere...happily smooching.

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“Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

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This picture holds a lot of intensity and brings an ominous feeling with the way the wolves' white eyes are contrasting to its dark body. It also shows a lot of depth between the foreground and background, yet manages to blend them all together into one piece.

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The power of the White Ring of Galadriel he could not defy, nor enter yet into Lorien. So passing between Lorien and the mountains the Nine rode ever on into the North; and terror went before them and lingered behind them; but they did not find what they sought nor learn any news that availed them.

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[On Mindful Grieving] We mourn every way they said no to the gift we sought to give them: full visibility of our true self, not the self we had to manufacture to please or protect them. We mourn all the times they saw how scared, forlorn, and sad we were and yet did not respond, relent, or apologize. We mourn because even now, after all these years, they still have not admitted their abuse or lack of compassion.-David Richo

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The Dark Sisters. you'd think the older one, the one holding the younger one's mouth is the more dangerous of the two, wouldn't you? you wouldn't be wrong, but you wouldn't be right, either. you see, there's something very dangerous she's stopping from coming out of her sister's mouth... and yet, she's stopping her. who's got the power? who knows? does it matter? - k.e. fitzgerald

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