Profile codes: #01 Inverno
#01. Inverno
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| In the month of July of the year 1348, between the feasts of St. Benedict and of St. Swithin, a strange thing came upon England, for out of the east there drifted a monstrous cloud, purple and piled, heavy with evil, climbing slowly up the hushed heaven. | |
| In the shadow of that strange cloud the leaves drooped in the trees, the birds ceased their calling, and the cattle and the sheep gathered cowering under the hedges. | |
| A gloom fell upon all the land, and men stood with their eyes upon the strange cloud and a heaviness upon their hearts. | |
| They crept into the churches where the trembling people were blessed and shriven by the trembling priests. | |
| Outside no bird flew, and there came no rustling from the woods, nor any of the homely sounds of Nature. | |
→ Green
| In the month of July of the year 1348, between the feasts of St. Benedict and of St. Swithin, a strange thing came upon England, for out of the east there drifted a monstrous cloud, purple and piled, heavy with evil, climbing slowly up the hushed heaven. | |
| In the shadow of that strange cloud the leaves drooped in the trees, the birds ceased their calling, and the cattle and the sheep gathered cowering under the hedges. | |
| A gloom fell upon all the land, and men stood with their eyes upon the strange cloud and a heaviness upon their hearts. | |
| They crept into the churches where the trembling people were blessed and shriven by the trembling priests. | |
| Outside no bird flew, and there came no rustling from the woods, nor any of the homely sounds of Nature. | |
→ Turquoise
| In the month of July of the year 1348, between the feasts of St. Benedict and of St. Swithin, a strange thing came upon England, for out of the east there drifted a monstrous cloud, purple and piled, heavy with evil, climbing slowly up the hushed heaven. | |
| In the shadow of that strange cloud the leaves drooped in the trees, the birds ceased their calling, and the cattle and the sheep gathered cowering under the hedges. | |
| A gloom fell upon all the land, and men stood with their eyes upon the strange cloud and a heaviness upon their hearts. | |
| They crept into the churches where the trembling people were blessed and shriven by the trembling priests. | |
| Outside no bird flew, and there came no rustling from the woods, nor any of the homely sounds of Nature. | |
Please read this:
- always credit cittacostiera
- don't claim as yours
- you are allowed to change anything as long as you credit
- if you have any troubles using the code contact me via comments
- useful links: resources | join | watch
Comments aren't necessary, but very welcome! :)