Paul Gauguin Hail Mary

Paul Gauguin Hail MaryHenri Matisse Woman with a HatHenri Matisse The Window
was a circle of tents just on the cusp of the war-ring landscapes, like a beachhead on an alien shore. They were brightly colored. Everything about the elves was beau-tiful, until the image tilted, and you saw it from the other side...
Something was happening. Several elves were on horseback, and more horses were being led between the tents.
It looked as though they were breaking camp.
The Queen sat on a makeshift throne in her tent. She sat with her elbow resting on one arm of the throne and her fin-gers curling pensively around her mouth.
There were other Currently the object of her attention was Granny Weatherwax.
“What is happening, old woman?” she said.
“It ain’t easy, is it?” said Granny. “Thought it would be easy, didn’t you?”
“You’ve done some magic, haven’t you? Something is fighting us.”elves seated in a semicircle, except that“seated” was a barely satisfactory word. They lounged; elvescould make themselves at home on a wire. And here therewas more lace and velvet and fewer feathers, although it was272LOR06 /)//0 LftD/£6hard to know if it meant that these were aristocrats—elves seemed to wear whatever they felt like wearing, confident of looking absolutely stunning.Every one of them watched the Queen, and was a mirror of her moods. When she smiled, they smiled. When she said something she thought was amusing, they laughed.