The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait / Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees / As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart / And the mid-nightmare trampling of dreams -“Her Ghost In the Fog” Cradle of Filth
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Bernini’s David on Flickr.
Took this picture a loooong time ago. This is a copy of Bernini’s David at a cemetery in Charlotte.
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