Mar 12, 2020
Piero Dorazio, Ex Tempore II, 1963
Oil on canvas, 16 1/10 Ă 13 in41 Ă 33 cm,
Beck & Eggeling
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Piero Dorazio, Ex Tempore II, 1963
Oil on canvas, 16 1/10 Ă 13 in41 Ă 33 cm,
Beck & Eggeling
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Weird pairing but ex tempore by maryroyale is a great Hermione x Salazar Slytherin fic
Yes! I have read this! Itâs fantastic!
For those of you wanting to check it out, Ex Tempore is here. The summary reads: âThis was definitely not in her job description. And yet, here she was, Deputy Head of the DRCMC, somehow doing a job better suited to an Unspeakable. How on earth did she get assigned to helping Salazar Slytherin get settled into life in the twenty-first century?â It is a two-shot, and 10,302 words.Â
Thank you, anon, for the rec! As always, I love hearing your fic recs so send me an ask with any you have!
ESTEMPORANEE INTUIZIONI
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Menen kävelemään Synkkään metsään Pimeään Lähdin vastikään Aurinko painui järven taa Linnut eivät enää laula ja taivaanranta punertaa Tekee hyvää viettää aikaa yksinään
What luxury to be sound, to be well. To get out of work on time. In time to walk slowly under spring morning; hips like water senses dripping. The snowy breast of the hawk on the branch the secrets of the sparrows in the thicket the tulip spears leaping three inches green from the fragrant earth, on command of their lover the sun. I am soaked to the marrow. My lungs are a flute my sinews a string section; swaying swaying no less than the aching trees.
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