pivot, pivot, PIVOT!!!

Hannibal tugged at her, but her body was frozen to the ground. He pressed his face against her. Her bosom was frozen hard, her heart silent. He put a napkin over her face and piled snow on her. Dark shapes moved at the edge of the woods. His torch reflected on wolves' eyes. He shouted at them and waved a shovel. Mischa was determined to come out to her mother—he had to choose. He took Mischa back inside and left the dead to the dark.

movieoftheday:

“On a sparkling evening in July while on the beaches, holiday hordes relax in the new-found sun and Paris’ sweltering denizens gaze at the star bursts of the traditional fireworks. Amélie Poulain, Godmother of Outcasts, Madonna of the Unloved, finally succumbed to exhaustion. In Paris’ stricken streets a countless throng of mourners lined her funeral route in silence with the new measureless grief of newly orphaned children. What a strange destiny for one who gave her all, yet took such joy in life’s simple pleasures. Like Don Quixote, she pitted herself against the grinding windmills of all life’s miseries. It was a losing battle that claimed her life too soon. At barely 23, Amélie Poulain let her young, tired body merge with the ebb and flow of universal woe. As she went, she felt a stab of regret for letting her father die without trying to give his stifled life the breath of air she had given to so many others.”

movieoftheday:

“On a sparkling evening in July while on the beaches, holiday hordes relax in the new-found sun and Paris’ sweltering denizens gaze at the star bursts of the traditional fireworks. Amélie Poulain, Godmother of Outcasts, Madonna of the Unloved, finally succumbed to exhaustion. In Paris’ stricken streets a countless throng of mourners lined her funeral route in silence with the new measureless grief of newly orphaned children. What a strange destiny for one who gave her all, yet took such joy in life’s simple pleasures. Like Don Quixote, she pitted herself against the grinding windmills of all life’s miseries. It was a losing battle that claimed her life too soon. At barely 23, Amélie Poulain let her young, tired body merge with the ebb and flow of universal woe. As she went, she felt a stab of regret for letting her father die without trying to give his stifled life the breath of air she had given to so many others.”

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