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- my understanding.I would have liked to participate, but couldn't do for lack of time. Yet, if you do not know this splendid group, take a look at its galleries. You will not waste your time!
You can read the full donations on the contest here:
Winners of the Brothers Grimm contestYou know, I was surprised at the previous contest, where we had double first place and double second place, so nothing else could surprise me again, but it's quite funny that now we have double second place and double third place. Which means that about 290 lazy people here could spent this one minute and vote - it's a shame that for over 320 members we got only 30 votes. Really, shame on the lazy ones :invisible:
Congratulations to all the 6 winners - don't forget about the distinction, of course. Many thanks for those who kindly donated the prizes and/or voted, and for all those who entered! +1 in being active (:
:bulletblack:First Place:
The Winners of the contest all produced marvellous pieces of art - too good not to give them a feature here:
Snow White, Blood Red The queen sat watching the snow fall gently outside her window, her fingers busy with needle and thread, when the shadow passed before the pane. She cried out as the needle pierced her flesh, too distracted by the strange image to pay attention to what her hands were doing. But the shadow was gone before she even began to bleed.
She wrenched open the ebony window frame, peering out into the snowy garden, and three bright drops of blood fell from her finger onto the windowpane, staining the pure white snow. She forgot the shadow momentarily, transfixed by the beauty of the three colors. Her heart swelled with desire for a child, a daughter wi
Elegy Of A Lost Season I am the fall.
Broken in June, buried in August -
haunting September from the boughs of hazel,
where not even the rain could reach me.
How my limbs ached to feel its soothing caress;
but my limbs felt nothing, and I felt nothing.
And the season moved on, without me.
Once, long ago, I was spring,
delicate and pure; fragile as willow seedlings,
believing themselves strong, as they stretch toward the sun -
before the wind breaks their stalks, and they fall
defeated, drained, limp upon the ground;
crushed and forgotten as tears.
But no, I was summer -
when I looked into your eyes for the first time
and forgot to curse the sun.
Tin
I should have done this kind of thing before, and surely will do so again...
To accompany the pictures, here is just the kind of music to go with it:
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Watch out for the oncoming album!
Cheers!
