I can imagine how counting fireflies over the summer would make a poetic record of the way the summer was spent for an individual, but if 100 or 1,000 people are doing the same thing, does it start to tell an aggregate story that speaks more to global warming or habitat loss?” Here...
我们醒了,却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。 Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. 10 忧思在我的心里平静下去,正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。 Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart l...
His nudes are soulful, real, with expressive hands and eyes. They feel more like portraits than studies of the human form... almost uncomfortably intimate. Rose blushes, raising the book as some strollers go by. ROSE (trying to be very adult) And these were drawn from life? JACK Yup...
gem-filled bath. Her demon pet, a small creature with dark wings and glowing eyes chases the fireflies through the frigid air. The ice walls of the cave reflect the warm glow of the fireflies and the glow of the gems, creating a surreal scene. ...