Now Night her course began.
Gustave Doré, from Milton’s Paradise Lost, New York, 186?.
(Source: archive.org)
Now Night her course began.
Gustave Doré, from Milton’s Paradise Lost, New York, 186?.
(Source: archive.org)
“Ladays~” “You like~?”
Hey there, you fine-ass precipice of near-biblical significance just beyond where I pose… wanna go out to Applebee’s?