My children, we have endured much. We cast off our shackles. Crossed mountain, field, frost, and fallow till our feet bloodied the dirt. From Ered Mithrin to the Ephel Arnen, we have endured. Yet tonight, one more trial awaits us. Our enemy may be weak, their numbers meager, yet before this night is through, some of us will fall. But for the first time, you do so not as unnamed slaves in far-away lands, but as brothers. As brothers and sisters in our home! Nampat!
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the 2 ways I draw moths………they’re like cousins to me
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Female workers during a strike at Citroen, 1930s. Photo by Willy Ronis.
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Abandoned.
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Illustrations from Una and the Red Cross Knight for From the Tower Window of My Bookhouse by Donn P. Crane (1921)
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In the Night Sky by Hans Zatzka (Late 19th - Early 20th Century)
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