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Originally published January 20, 2014, on Tumblr.

A beautiful B&W by David. Great composition & perfect balance in the contrast. Shades of Jackson Pollock.

GLOUCESTER:

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

Wm. Shakespeare, The Life and Death of Richard The Third

Soviet Snow (acoustic) by Shona Laing

One eye on the winter
Did I conjure up that cold
I’ve got friends in the far north
And should’ve had that mystery solved

Are we wide awake? Is the world aware?
Radiation over Red Square
Creeping on to cross roman roads
Fear of freezing in the soviet snow
One eye on the winter
Oh there’s just a hint of soviet snow

We need something to keep the chill
From freezing our own free will
Were teasing at war like children
Love is the one solution
Seeing ourselves inside
Our enemies need for shelter
Same winter wind that’s blowing
Deep down inside we know
We’ve all got one eye on the winter

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