My other art dump was a mess, so I'll just start fresh. :/
(I didn't choose the name ~ I blame whatchamacallit for any confusion that might have been caused, and please contact her if you'd like to file a complaint or have any questions.)
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
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