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I’m picturing the paintings Anguish and The Orphan by August Friedrich Schenck and it is twisting my gut.

“I wonder which is crueler; to kill one of the shaky-legged fawns before it’s even had a chance to outgrow its white spots, or to kill the mother and leave her children to fend for themselves?”

“Maybe he’s as panicked as I am. I try to imagine it—fear passing across his cold, stoic face. Strangely enough, this makes me feel better, picturing his terror at the thought of losing me. Maybe enough fear can add up to love.”
oh bb noo