Title: The Four Seasons - Winter
Artist: Antonio Vivaldi
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Antonio Vivaldi, The Four Seasons - Winter.


C O R S E T S  &  C R A V A T S | (cover art by Val) / (a belated present for Megan); step back to an era of manners and exquisite fashion, where extraordinary excess and extravagant indulgence ruled the gilded ballrooms, and one’s reputation was everything…

"I love you. I love you desperately, violently, tenderly, completely. I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.

You would say it’s too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can’t be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast…”


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Snow was falling on the Eyrie. Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. The sight took Sansa back to cold nights long ago, in the long summer of her childhood. 

She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she’d ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.
The snow fell and the castle rose. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care. The castle was all that mattered.