Volegov Tuesdays Stroll

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out to the Inn for a night or two, but even that was becoming less and less usual. The Shire-hobbits referred to those of Bree, and to any others that lived beyond the borders, as Outsiders, and took very little interest in them, considering them dull and uncouth. There were probably many more Outsiders scattered about in the West of the World in those days than the people of the Shire imagined. Some, doubtless, were no better than tramps, ready to dig a hole in any bank and stay only as long as it suited them. But in the Bree-land, at any stone houses of the Big Folk, mostly above the Road, nestling on the hillside with windows looking west. On that side, running in more than half a circle from the hill and back to it, there was a deep dike with a thick hedge on the inner side. Over this the Road crossed by a causeway; but where it pierced the hedge it was barred by a great gate. There was another gate in the southern comer where the Road ran out of the village. The gates were closed at nightfall; but just inside them were small lodges for the gatekeepers.rate, the hobbits were decent and prosperous, and no more rustic than most of their distant relatives Inside. It was not yet forgotten that there had been a time when there was much coming and going between the Shire and Bree. There was Bree-blood in the Brandybucks by all accounts.The village of Bree had some hundred

Matisse Dishes and Fruit on a Red and Black Carpet

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thought they were invisible? You said they were invisible!"

　　　but James merely laughed, permitted his mother to kiss him, gave his father a fleeting hug, then leapt onto the rapidly filling train. They saw him wave, then sprint away up the corridor to find his friends.

　　　"Thestrals are nothing to worry about," Harry told Albus. "They're gentle things, there's nothing scare about them. Anyway, you won't be going up to school in the carriages, you'll be going in the boats."
"What if I'm in Slytherin?" 　　　The whisper was for his father alone, and Harry knew that only the
Ginny kissed Albus good-bye.

"See you at Christmas."

　　　"Bye, Al," said Harry as his son hugged him. "Don't forget Hagrid's invited you to tea next Friday. Don't mess with Peeves. Don't duel anyone till you're learned how. And don't let James wind you up."

Fragonard The Love Letter

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black cylinder with a ghostly moon hanging behind it in the afternoon sky. "That's got to be Luna's house, who else would live in a place like that? It looks like a giant rook!"

"It's nothing like a bird," said Hermione, frowning at the tower.

"I was talking about a chess rook," said Ron. "A castle to you."

　　　Ron's legs were the longest and he reached the top of the hill first. When Harry and Hermione caught up with him, panting and clutching stitches in their sides, they found him grinning broadly.

"It's theirs," said Ron. "Look."
KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS 　　　The gate creaked as they opened it. The zigzagging path leading to the front door was overgrown with a variety of odd plants, including a bush
Three hand-painted signs had been tacked to a broke-down gate. The first read, THE QUIBBLER. EDITOR, X. LOVEGOOD

the second,

PICK YOUR OWN MISTLETOE

the third,

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival painting

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the angel the god damned angel of god and these days it's the avenging angel Gibreel the avenger always vengeance why
I can't be sure something like this for the crime of being human
especially female but not exclusively people must pay
Something like that
So he brought her along he meant no harm I know that now he just wanted us to be together caca can't you see he said she isn't ohoh over you not by a longshot and you he said still crazy fofor her everyone knows all he wanted was for us to be to be to be
But I heard verses
You get me Spoono
V e r s e s
Rosy apple lemon tart Sis boom bah

Violets are blue roses are red remember me when I am dead dead dead
That type of thing

Edward Hopper Excursion into Philosophy painting

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well." She hadn't needed, any more, to hurl lovers into her sister's face. "Plus I really wasn't enjoying it any more. It was mostly revolutionary socialists at the time, making do with me while they dreamed about the heroic women they'd seen on their three-week trips to Cuba. Never touched them, of course; the combat fatigues and ideological purity scared them silly. They came humming 'Guantanamera' and rang me up." She opted out. "I thought, let the best minds of my generation soliloquize about power over some other poor woman's body, I'm off." She began climbing mountains, she used to say when she began, "because I knew they'd never follow me up there. But then I thought, bulishit. I didn't do it for them; I did it for me."
For an hour every evening she would run barefoot up and down the stairs to the street, on her toes, for the sake of her fallen arches. Then she'd collapse into a heap of cushions, looking enraged, and he'd flap helplessly around