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Moonstone is admiring the flowers. They were growing very close to a bus stop.
Somewhere on Dartmoor, in Devon, England.
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'loge de théâtre' in erté at ninety-five: the complete new graphics (the extended edition) - marshall lee + erté (1988)
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White Nights of a Northern Summer - Victoria CroweÂ
Scottish, b. 1945 -
Oil on linen , 81 x 76 cm.
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Dear god, let all this suffering be a terrible dream. Let us awaken renewed in the hope of each other’s arms. Let flesh not make us suffer but hold us in the safety our forgotten homes. Let the deliverance of evil mean that no soul is left unsaved.
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Dear Sam
I wish the past few years had been a dream. I wish I would wake up in your arms.
My reality is too heavy to bear. The pain is too much, and although I love this world, I find myself having to leave it.
I do not know what my final moments will be like. I fear them. But I hope, by some small mercy, I will get to relive the beautiful moments I had with you. You have been the love of my life. You have been the kindest person I have ever met. I am so happy to have met you even if my story ends here.
I do not want to leave you. I don’t. I have fought against the torture of my body, kicking and screaming, so that I could be with you. I wish I could hold your hand again. For you to kiss my forehead. For Olive to be snuggled between us. I wish we could both find comfort in each other again. I wish, at least, that you could be beside me while I die.
I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for this world. I’m so sorry for all this suffering. May we all find peace. May we all find each other again.
Eternally yours,
Abigayle
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