Though it was midday, an eerie silence hung on the air, the traveller's boots against cobblestone the only audible sound. He passed through the village — there would be no stopping here.1yr ⋅ blueoncemoon ⋅ r/FairytaleasFuck
At first I didn't get why they were warning me about all those birds sitting on the wire, but then I understood.2yr ⋅ blueoncemoon ⋅ r/technicallythetruth
Happy birthday to a tour de force of British Anglican music, Herbert Howells (17 October 1892 – 23 February 1983)1yr ⋅ blueoncemoon ⋅ r/classicalmusic
