The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other - child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway toward the goal-box of solitary death.

But this was the counterweight, the act of binding and holding. As when men to keep from being swept overboard in the storm clutch at each other’s hands to resist being torn apart, so our bodies fused a link in the human chain that kept us from being swept into nothing.

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gardenofthefareast:

Delicate by bobbymcleod

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believableillusion:

«L’aura du froid»

Audrey Marnay by Eric Traoré, 1999

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la hostia sagrante

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the Thorny Path cash prize if you can keep from laughing. Actually it is supposed to be a parody of paris society but it’s funnier straight

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the duel after the masqued ball thomas couture

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thomas couture 1873

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