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Delightful Doaktown
Wherever I roam there is no place like home, I have always considered Doaktown N.B as where I come from even though I was born in Minto I was raised on the banks of the Miramichi, at least long enough for some of it to take hold.
This is one of my favorite type of shots with receding perspective and loads of leading lines to draw your eye through the shot, this particular example of this shot type is taken on the Doaktown train bridge heart of the irregular traveler within the village.
I have traveled to many countries and have seen countless incredibly beautiful sights but still none stirs the heart like a trip through the village that yearns to be a town and the river that binds us all in the heart of New Brunswick
I took this with my D750 and Nikon 16-35mm f/4 Lens at 35mm 1.0s, f/4 ISO 100 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia, Topaz Denoise
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism as well as a work in progress.
this is glorious.
bees love it, we imitate it and women yearn to have it.
an accessory so alluring that bees swarm to it.
a matching color a feathery delight a touch of class. perfect.
Borderline
I am happiest watching from the shadows
This is where I spend my time now
Such as it is, this half time
This ghost of a life
Coveting the light closer
That I have always yearned for
Still just out of my reach
From my self imposed barriers
That hold me here
Vainly searching out the sun
To feel human again
This beautiful area that originally formed part of the Wilmington Priory in East Sussex, UK, has a special atmosphere, but sometimes there is a sadness in the shadows.
Other poems and images can be found on my website:
What lessons have I learned
On this trip 'round the sun?
For what I have yearned
I have come undone.
Peace, Calm, and Health -
These to me
Are more valuable
Than Wealth.
If I have learned
My soul to nourish,
I close my eyes
And make a wish.
No, Horus,
I can't tell my wish to you.
If I tell my wish,
It will not come true!
And for heaven's sake
Stop lusting for my cake.
Have a treat of your own,
Perhaps a bone.
【★】Ƨнσω мє Նσνє【★】ǀηνιт σηƖу
Ode to a lazy Sunday and reminiscing of that time of year called Spring, it really does become a noted paradox that we look forward to Christmas and New Year, yet when all that jumping up and down is finished with, Winter truly starts, and by the middle of February, speaking for myself, I yearn for Spring again, which might I add, is my favourite time of year, so thus above I took last July, which I know is actually Summer but still, I was surprise such a full bloom flower beyond May & June.
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In the meantime, I hope everyone is well and so as always thank you! 😊
Daleko stąd, dawno temu,
Tlą się jak węgielki,
Chwile, które moje serce
Niegdyś znało,
Chwile, które pragną być zapamiętane...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
"Into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
Oh, I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort "
(Sarah McLachlan)
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In the heart of the whispering woods so deep, where ancient trees their secrets keep, I wandered through the emerald maze, beneath the sun’s soft, golden rays.
A hidden path, a twist, a turn, Led me to a place where dreams do yearn. A secret garden, lush and bright, bathed in a gentle, magical light.
Flowers bloomed in colors rare, their petals kissed by the fragrant air. A floral swing hung from a tree, Inviting whispers of joy and glee.
I stood easily upon that swing so fair, with blossoms woven in my hair. The world around seemed far away, in this enchanted hideaway.
Birds sang songs of love and cheer, as I swayed without a fear. In this garden, time stood still, a place where hearts and dreams could fill.
So if you find a path untold, in woods where mysteries unfold, seek the garden, secret and true, where a floral swing awaits for you.
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“As long as you lack something you yearn for it without cease. if only I could have that one thing, you tell yourself, all my problems would be solved. But once you get it, once the object of your desires is thrust into your hands, it begins to lose its charm. Other wants assert themselves, other desires make themselves felt, and bit by bit you discover that you're right back where you started.” - Paul Auster
All of this cake and I still don't have what I want...
As the illusions fade from my mind, the way forward is once again illuminated. The sun awakes to those who yearn. As the fog turns the color of peaches, the air grows sweet. A wave of fog rolls over the horizon as the warmth rides home to my soul. Marsh sounds surround me in a joyful symphony. Here only mother nature’s creatures reside. A few lone sentinels usher my way forward as I follow the light to a place of solitude.
A heavy fog sets in over the marsh just before the sunrise. A place of much needed time with mother nature. Wishing everyone a great day ahead!
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Once upon a time, in a land where the moonlight danced upon the whispering leaves and the stars sang lullabies to the night, there lived a dragon named Moon Dragon. His scales shimmered like the night sky, and his eyes glowed with the soft light of the moon. Despite his majestic appearance, Moon Dragon longed to be more than just a creature of beauty; he yearned to be a truly great dragon, known for his wisdom and courage.
In the heart of the enchanted forest, there was a blonde warrior elf named Aromen. She was wise beyond her years, her knowledge of the ancient ways and the secrets of the forest unmatched. Her hair was as bright as the sun, and her eyes sparkled with the wisdom of countless lifetimes. Many sought her counsel, for her advice was always true and her heart pure.
One night, as the moon hung low and full in the sky, Moon Dragon approached Aromen. “Wise Aromen,” he began, his voice a gentle rumble, “I wish to become a truly great dragon. Will you help me?”
Aromen looked at Moon Dragon with kind eyes. “Greatness is not just about power or strength, Moon Dragon,” she said softly. “It is about wisdom, kindness, and the courage to do what is right. If you are willing to trust me and follow my guidance, I will help you on your journey.”
Moon Dragon nodded, his heart filled with hope. “I trust you, Aromen. Tell me what I must do.”
Aromen smiled and led Moon Dragon to a hidden glade deep within the forest. There, she taught him the ancient ways of the elves, the secrets of the forest, and the importance of balance and harmony. She showed him how to listen to the whispers of the trees, to understand the language of the stars, and to find strength in compassion.
Under Aromen’s guidance, Moon Dragon learned to use his powers not just for himself, but for the good of all creatures. He helped the animals of the forest, protected the weak, and brought peace to those in need. His heart grew wise and kind, and his courage shone brighter than his scales.
One day, a great darkness threatened the land. A powerful sorcerer sought to plunge the world into eternal night. Moon Dragon, with Aromen by his side, faced the sorcerer. With the wisdom and strength he had gained, Moon Dragon defeated the sorcerer and restored light to the land.
The creatures of the forest celebrated Moon Dragon as a hero, but he knew that his true greatness came from the wisdom and guidance of Aromen. He had become a truly great dragon, not just in power, but in heart and spirit.
And so, under the light of the moon, Moon Dragon and Aromen continued to protect the enchanted forest, their bond of trust and friendship growing ever stronger. They knew that as long as they had each other, they could face any challenge that came their way.
And thus, the legend of Moon Dragon and Aromen, the wise warrior elf, lived on, inspiring generations to come with their tale of trust, wisdom, and true friendship.
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"Restoring the Normal Life of Man and Taking Him to a Wonderful Destination" Part Two
Introduction
Almighty God says, "Once the work of conquest has been completed, man will be brought into a beautiful world. This life will, of course, still be on earth, but it will be totally unlike man’s life today. It is the life that mankind will have after the whole of mankind has been conquered, it will be a new beginning for man on earth, and for mankind to have such a life will be proof that mankind has entered a new and beautiful realm. It will be the beginning of the life of man and God on earth. The premise of such a beautiful life must be that, after man has been purified and conquered, he submits before the Creator. And so, the work of conquest is the last stage of God’s work before mankind enters the wonderful destination. Such a life is man’s future life on earth, it is the most beautiful life on earth, the kind of life that man longs for, the kind that man has never before achieved in the history of the world. It is the final outcome of the 6,000 years of work of management, it is what mankind yearns for most, and it is also God’s promises to man."
He always feels a welcome
As he passes through the door
Because for the Heart
He would always do more
He understands the need
Of structure and regulation
Because for the Heart
He would always do more
He yearns for the calm and peace
His prayers ask for
Because for the Heart
He would always do more
He lives for total communion
A soul returning home
Because for the Heart
He would always do more
His tears fall in recognition
Of final judgement
Because for the Heart
He would always do more
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A monk goes into the church to pray at 6 pm….
When I looked at the time after taking this shot I saw that it was not long after 6.00pm in the evening, and as this church was connected to Wilmington Priory in the past, although the priory is now in ruins, this church and surrounding area still has an echoing atmosphere, as if it is remembering past rituals and long ago prayers.
The words started to come as I was there, and I scribbled them down in my notebook that I carry around in my camera bag just for this purpose.
Later on when I looked at this image, I refined the poem, and I felt that perhaps it was in memory of a monk who attended Vespers, one late summer September evening in the past.
Wilmington Church, East Sussex, UK.
I have paired this work with Enya’s ‘So I Could Find My Way’, feeling that she had caught the reflective and gentle mood that I was feeling that day as I took the above image.
If you would like to see more of my images and poetry, have a look at my website:
Kocanka ogrodowa / Strawflower (Xerochrysum bracteatum)
"How lovely is your dwelling place,
Lord Almighty!
2 My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.
3 Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
Lord Almighty, my King and my God."
Psalm 84
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We yearn to fly
to break the chains of gravity
to go beyond the ravages of here
we shall some day be free
we will reach new heights
but for now dreaming hoping and wishing
is all i have.
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Photographers: Nimoe Constantine
Hair: DURA40
Dreaming of your childhood may mean that you yearn for simpler times when you didn’t have to worry about the things you do today. It could also indicate innocence. You may also feel that some things have not been resolved from your childhood as an adult. Plan a day, go to the circus or an amusement park, eat cotton candy, ride the rides and don’t answer any calls or emails for a couple of days. The world will still run while you get in touch with your inner child! Have fun and be free!!!
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I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.
Helen Keller
The white trumpet-lilies seemed to yearn for ... THE LIGHT?
Hope this brings a bit of joy again, have a good day and thanx for your visit, so very much appreciated, Magda, (*_*)
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The Adventure
Our adventurer began to explore this strange land that called to them. Their nymph magic swelling and growing with each footstep. Soon, soft wings of petals appeared, alongside ancient garb worn long ago by their people. Warm gold adorned their body, and flowers crowned their head.
They traveled the road, heard whispers and chatter of the unseen denizens, and of course stopped to smell all of the wonderful flowers that grew unchecked in the overgrown gardens. Upon one such moment, another being approached the Nymph.
‘Hail and Welcome’ she said proudly. ‘I am Allumari, the sole daughter of the Malakar House, and I have been waiting for you.’ She stated with serious tones.
Honni was taken aback by such a declaration. ‘For me? But I only just stumbled upon this place. I’m not even sure how I got here.’ They said.
‘The Faewylds called to you, and brought you to them. They yearn for people to call them home once more, and to steward the land abandoned so long ago.’ the drow woman said.
‘Wait..why would they call me? I’m just a nymph, not some Archfae with powerful magic to help.’
The drow only smiled. Which in and of itself is a bit frightening and ominous if you’ve never seen one smile.
‘You will learn, you will grow, and so too shall we all who call this realm home.’
Where was Honni
The Faewylds
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What’s Honni Wearing?
Outfit
Aii & Ego- Seductress Celest Armor
Aii & Ego- Summer Night Shawl & Butterflies
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Wings
Rozoregalia- Hariti wing & Veil
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Hair
Dura- U116
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Jewelry
Lode- Matthiola Collection (flower crown)
Lode- Eden Necklace (golden)
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Dreamcatcher- Princess of Moths Earrings
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Petrichor- Fraia Face Jewels
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What was Allumari wearing
Outfit
Le’La Designs- Fairy Queen
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Hair
KMH- F195
we yearn to be free
away from life's patterns and grinds
so why not just break those binds
your heart is leaving you know it will
just take that chill pill
and join me on the hill
overlooking the mill by the pond
and together make each of your mates be fond
even if she may not be a blond.
happy thanksgiving anyway!!!!!!!
To speak about God in human words,of coarse, is an attempt what is logically not possible. To speak from God, if haltingly, in the language of the poets and mystics, is quite another matter. For Love, yearns to speak, is diffusive of Itself, and cannot remain silent. Both the artist and the theologian who have come to trust in Love are compelled to sing for a silent yet everywhere symphonic God.
-Christopher Pramuk, The Artist Alive, explorations in music, art and theology, pg. 18-19
It's actually Angel Olsen's birthday tomorrow so I am a little early (better than late). I took a trip down memory lane yesterday to a vacation I'd taken to NYC in 2012 in the spring. One of the things I did was to see Angel Olsen at Grasslands, a fairly small club with an unusual backdrop that provided a great deal of cinematic negative space.
In times like these, I find myself contemplating the purpose of art in this world. It keeps me a little sane but it seems meaningless when placed against the tyrants of politics who have all the power and also the evil.
Yet, there really is this everlasting part of me that needs to create things in order to stay sane and I've always yearned with concert photography to be able to capture shots that no one else saw or could somehow. I really loved the momentum of the negative space and colors behind Angel and I felt like she was not just a performer here but a human being trying to make sense of a world of entropy, which I find all too relatable at this time.
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Once upon in December - English
Es war einmal im Dezember - German
В зимний вечер когда-то - Russian
Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.
Far away,
Long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Gosh after enduring a bad storm, you certainly yearn for those summer days and this little sparrow looked the picture of health and contentment. This was taken in early July. They seemed to have survived the storm well and even during it, despite being buffeted around by the very strong gust, they did not stop partaking from the bird feeder.
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"At the moment of surrender
I folded to my knees
I did not notice the passers by
And they did not notice me
I’ve been in every black hole
At the alter of the Dark star
My body's now a begging bowl
That's begging to get back
Begging to get back
To my heart
To the rhythm of my soul
To the rhythm of my consciousness
To the rhythm that yearns
To be released from control..."
Another from the most beautiful place on Earth.
Little River
Great Smoky Mountains N.P.
© P.Oglesby photography 2010.
Meine Augen sehnen sich nach Grün ...
My eyes yearn for green ...
Mis ojos anhelan el verde ...
Bitte respektiere mein Copyright. Keine Verwendung des Fotos ohne meine ausdrückliche Genehmigung.
Please respect my copyright. No use of the photo without my expressly permission.
Por favor, respete mis derechos de autor. Ningún uso de la foto sin mi permiso explícito.
Yeah, really Sadie,....It has been a little over a year since she passed and I miss this dog so much I literally ache inside. I almost broke down yesterday and bought a 21 week old female, cream coloured, yellow lab called Brodie with big brown eyes begging me to show her dog paradise but I shied away from it...maybe it's just the fear of losing something again or that I KNOW deep down there will never be another dog to fill my sweet Sadie paws.
Oh, how I yearn to have her back again....
I lie in your charms
Though it harms the best of me
And I lie on to my friends to them
No wonder why I wait for thee
And I hope like a child
Widow of the sea
I hold these arms around you
All's around me
Will you be there when the day's done
Will you be there
Under the same, under the same sun
Under the same, under the same sun
My yearn oughta turn these things
Turn these things around
I learned from you
Oh I made these plans, made these plans
With you around dear
With you around dear
Will you be there when the day's done
Will you be there
Under the same, under the same sun
(Will you be there when the day's done
Will you be there
Under the same, under the same sun
Under the same sun)
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Under the same sun
Lalalala lovely as you are
Lalalala lovely as you are
Lalalala lovely as you are
Lalalala lovely as you are
Lalalala lovely as you are
This shot was captured at around 6.30 am.Kalpitiya is located 130 km north of the Bandaranayke International Airport in Katunayake, while it is an exquisite coastal region located in the Western coastal belt, north of Colombo. Kalpitiya is a peninsula set in between the deep lagoon of Puttalam to the east and the magnificent Indian Ocean to the west. It is an unrivalled marine sanctuary with a diversity of habitats ranging from bar reefs, flat coastal plains, saltpans, mangrove swamps, salt marshes and vast sand dune beaches.
The 14 islands of Battalangunduwa, Palliyawatta, Vellai I, Vellai II, Vellai III, Uchchamunai, Ippantivu, Periya Arichchalai, Sinna Arichchalai, Eramutivu, Sinna Eramutivu, Eramutivu West, Kakativu and Mutwal (Dutch Bay) together make up 1673 hectares of land which belongs to Kalpitiya.
The Kalpitiya peninsula is 48 km long and 6-8 km wide while it is studded with fine sandy beaches which make you yearn for a beach holiday. In addition to the Kalpitiya peninsula, the 14 islands around it are encompassed in the Kalpitiya tourist development project which was envisaged in year 2008.
Over there is an island. I have walked your shores and climbed your peaks. I have seen your wildlife, birds, orb spiders and brine flies. You are a treasure, that fills my imagination, and visits me in dreams.
From over here, I see your reflection in the Great Salt Lake. I see your snow capped mountains, and see you shrouded in clouds of white...you are mystical to me. I yearn to walk your shores...and ponder you in silence...as I have in the past. So many memories!
Your "Beauty leads to Goodness and Truth."
-rc
WOW! 2021 is starting off right where 2020 ended. I think we ALL need to stop listening to those that are planting these seeds of anger in our heads towards each other...specifically these criminal lifelong politicians and learn to love each other once again. We are ALL different which is what makes humans so awesome!
"Only love can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high
Love, reign o'er me
Rain on me, rain on me
Love, reign o'er me
Rain on me, rain on me"
-- The Who (1973)
My sweet bunny!
At your side every moment is a symphony of emotions so strong and beautiful. Emotions that cause blushes on my cheeks and butterflies in my tummy, they make my heart pound. For this reason loving you is something I just can't stop. There is no controlling my heart. It has yearned for you for so long, the only song I sing is of you. In every cell of my body; in every corner of my being my love for you fills me.
Whenever I am with you, it is like having my emotional batteries recharged with joy. Your smile radiates into me. Your touch sends little shivers through my body. Your presence pleases my mind and your soul pours peace on mine.
I love you ... madly, sincerely, completely and with no reservation, in a way that is blissfully wonderful. I love you for being yourself, and I love you because of the person you made me become.
I will always be yours,
Iss
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No communication
Total silence, a black hole, an endless abyss.
It hurts my ears, it hurts my eyes, it hurts my heart
I yearn to hear, to know, to feel.
Where are you? Where have you gone?
What are you doing, thinking, dreaming?
I used to know.
There is such a void where the words used to live
A loneliness only you can fill.
The words have gone, but the connection still lives.
You're in my thoughts, my dreams, my heart, my soul.
We may be silent but forever connected.
By: Diane Blue
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Have a PLEASANT day my friends!!!
Wide sweeping pano of the Gates to Big Sur
When the white eagle of the North
Is flying overhead
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn
Lie in the gutter, dead
Remember then, the summer birds
With wings of fire flaying
Come to witness Spring's new hope
Born of leaves decaying
As new life will come from death
Love will come at leisure
Love of love, love of life
And giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn
Of a promise almost seen
Live hand-in-hand
And together we'll stand
On the threshold of a dream....
--Moody Blues 1969
A successful touring plane of the 1920s, ideal for the former WW1 pilot who yearned to go flying again. Priced at the relatively low cost of £650 (£35,000/$50,000 in 2025), more than 1500 were sold. The one in this picture was the 8th to be built and is the oldest of several still around today. Here, the pilot is having a good look at the spectators at the Shuttlewoth Collection's home of Old Warden aerodrome, where the plane is based.
Screaming and shouting, yearn for blood
Servants of Melkor the evil god
Riding with wolves, runners of night
Hoarders of the eye, the black blades of might
They shall raze your villages, destroy your camps
Rape your cattle and slaughter your wives
Under the darkness they shall arrive
Hear the screams, prepare for war
Black skin, sharp teeth, bestial eyes
Perverted mind, there's no one like their kind
No mercy, no prisoners, death is the way
With fire and steel they will slay
Troops of the Red Eye, the hoarders of the Witch
Trust your sword through the heart of betrayals
Great enemy from west, the servants of the sun
Kill for your lord, the darkest one
Once upon a time, in the ancient town of Ravenwood, there stood a mysterious crypt, hidden deep within the depths of a forgotten graveyard. The crypt was known to be the final resting place of Lord Edgar Blackwood, a renowned writer of dark and captivating tales. Legends whispered that his spirit still lingered within, trapped in the realm of the living.
For centuries, the crypt had remained undisturbed until one fateful night when a bolt of lightning struck the decrepit tomb, causing its heavy stone doors to creak open. Inside, a lone skeleton lay atop a grand marble sarcophagus, a tattered quill clutched tightly in its bony hand. The spirit of Lord Edgar Blackwood had been awakened.
As the first moonlight streamed through the crypt's entrance, the ethereal presence of Lord Blackwood rose from his skeletal remains. Confused yet filled with a newfound purpose, he discovered that his afterlife had taken a curious twist. No longer was he simply a ghost haunting the crypt, but he had become a ghost writer, a specter with a talent for crafting tales of mystery and suspense.
Embracing this unusual fate, Lord Blackwood ventured beyond the confines of his crypt, seeking inspiration and stories from the living world. With each midnight hour, he materialized beside struggling authors, whispering words of encouragement and sharing his ghostly knowledge of storytelling. His spectral presence breathed life into their manuscripts, infusing them with a touch of his otherworldly magic.
Word of the enigmatic ghost writer began to spread throughout Ravenwood, and writers from far and wide sought out the crypt, hoping to receive the spectral muse's assistance. Aspiring novelists, poets, and playwrights would arrive at the graveyard, carrying their manuscripts and dreams.
The crypt became a sanctuary of creativity, where the writers would gather under the moonlit sky, surrounded by the quiet whispers of the deceased. Lord Blackwood, his ghostly form shimmering with an ethereal glow, would listen intently to their stories, offering suggestions and refining their ideas with his spectral wisdom. The writers, in turn, found their words flowing effortlessly, their pens guided by an otherworldly presence.
With Lord Blackwood's guidance, Ravenwood became a hub of literary brilliance. The town's libraries overflowed with spine-chilling tales and epic sagas that captured the hearts and imaginations of readers across the land. The ghost writer's influence extended beyond the crypt, inspiring a renaissance of storytelling throughout the town.
Yet, as time passed, Lord Blackwood felt a growing sense of longing. Despite the joy he found in aiding others, his own unfinished work lingered in the recesses of his ghostly mind. He yearned to complete his own masterpiece, a story that would stand the test of time and cement his legacy.
Determined, Lord Blackwood returned to his crypt, devoting himself to his own writing. Night after night, he toiled over his spectral desk, penning his final opus. His fellow writers respected his desire for solitude, knowing that the ghost writer had sacrificed his time and talents to uplift their stories.
When Lord Blackwood finally completed his magnum opus, a brilliant novel that blended the supernatural and the human experience, he chose a single writer to be his living conduit. Through a ghostly touch, he bestowed upon the chosen writer his final work, urging them to publish it under their name. It was his last act of selflessness, ensuring that his legacy would live on through another.
With his task complete, Lord Edgar Blackwood's spirit found peace. He returned to his sarcophagus, the quill slipping from his skeletal grasp as he faded into the eternal slumber of the crypt. Yet, his presence lingered, a gentle whisper of inspiration for generations of writers who would visit his tomb, forever seeking the guidance of the ghost writer who turned their tales into magic.
I suddenly remembered "We're No Angels", a tragicomedy of which there have been several remakes. Three escaped prisoners end up doing good deeds in their escape. The film is full of symbolism, like the little angels that Isabelle puts on the Christmas tree, three little angels with damaged wings, a metaphor for our protagonists. The justification for the outbursts of kindness of the three prisoners is that they feel identified with that family, in the same way they yearn to belong to one and they will always have pleasant memories of what their life could have been.
"One year since I learned my eyes yearned for you.
One year since I discovered my heart burned for you.
One year together, and a hundred more to come."
Marigold and Caspian celebrate their couple's anniversary together near their home town of Sidhe Cuain!
(These characters are students of Hogwarts in the Mischief Managed role play community.)
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Time is endless but goes too fast.
You long for the future, then yearn for the past.
Summer's heat quickly turns to frost,
A child grows, their innocence lost.
Time forever slips away,
With the setting sun and each dawn of a day.
The blossoms give way to falling leaves,
Another life taken; their family grieves.
Time can pass quickly, there's never enough.
You miss when it was easy; now life is too tough.
The long hot days yield to the winter chill,
A new life begins, while another stops still.
Time is something you can never gain,
It only passes and brings new pain.
A warm spring shower turns to freezing snow,
People enter your life, only to leave you and go.
Time reminds you of all that you've lost,
You try and regain it, but there's always a cost.
The warmth of the sun bows down to the cold,
A person once young, now frail and old.
Time is wasted every day,
Spent on moments that fade away.
So think carefully, think wisely about what you will do
With the limited time that is given to you.