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#love #time #ending #pain #sorrow #hurt #release #free #trapped #anguish #wanting #need #hoping #hop

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Wish I could forget the pain #forgetting #remembering #love #truelove #loyalty #unfaithful #cheating

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With my whole heart I have sought You; oh, let me not wander from Your commandments! —Psalm 119:10

One of my favorite classic hymns is “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing,” which was written in 1757 by 22-year-old Robert Robinson. In the hymn’s lyrics is a line that always captures my attention and forces me to do some self-evaluation. The line says, “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love.” I feel that way sometimes. Too often I find myself distracted and drifting, instead of having my heart and mind focused on the Savior who loves me and gave Himself for me. Robert Robinson and I are not alone in this.

In those seasons of wandering, our heart of hearts doesn’t want to drift from God—but, like Paul, we often do what we don’t want to do (Rom. 7:19), and we desperately need to turn back to the Shepherd of our heart who can draw us to Himself. David wrote of this struggle in His great anthem to the Scriptures, Psalm 119, saying, “With my whole heart I have sought You; oh, let me not wander from Your commandments!” (v.10).

Sometimes, even when our hearts long to seek God, the distractions of life can draw us away from Him and His Word. How grateful we can be for a patient, compassionate heavenly Father whose grace is always sufficient—even when we are prone to wander! —Bill Crowder

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above. —Robinson

Our tendency to wander is matched by God’s willingness to pursue.

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Elira.Wormwood grief settled in her heart. In a restless sleep, she lost herself.A paper cradle kept her fragile body, like a withered flower… whileshe is slowly turning to dust …


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 The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&hellip The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&hellip The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&hellip The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&hellip The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&hellip The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&hellip The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&hellip

The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wet
soil and trampled grasses… The braid like a numbed snake wrapped
around the neck, dozing until the wind ruffled it into strands.
an unknown force led her through a shady forest, sometimes diluting
the darkness with flashes of the moon, hidden behind the clouds. And
she slowly walked to the marsh, obeying the voices of the drowned,
that they were looking for a new sister… And soon they would find
her by taking in the cold water embrace.

Пелена сна ещё не спала с глаз, но босые ноги чувствовали под собой
влажную почву, примятые травы… Коса, словно оцепенелая змея,
обвившая шею, дремала, пока ветер не растрепал ее на локоны.
Неведомая сила влекла сквозь тенистый лес, изредка разбавляя тьму
всполохами луны, затаившейся за тучами. И она медленно брела к болоту,
повинуясь голосу утопленниц, что ищут себе новую сестрицу… И вскоре
обретут, приняв в холодные объятия вод.

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 Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, whichcherishes the scarlet souls and v

Closing my eyes, I imagine myself there, in the blue Mirror, which
cherishes the scarlet souls and velvet darkness. There my heart breaks
with a ripe pomegranate, and its tart juice sprinkling my hands and
face, brings back memories… It has been hundreds of years since I left
the gloomy hall, leaving my weak-willed twin to guard your wounded
soul. I spend my sleepless nights and restless days beside a cold dim
mirror which no longer allows me to return to that fragile world where
I was myself. Maybe I became the involuntary guardian of faded shadows
hiding in the reflection… Or am I the shadow of the past?

Закрыв глаза, я снова представляю себя там, в синем Зазеркалье,
лелеющем багряные души и бархатную тьму. Там мое сердце раскалывается спелым гранатом, и его терпкий сок, окропив мои руки и лицо, воскрешает воспоминания.  Минули сотни лет с тех пор как я покинул сумрачный зал, оставив  моего безвольного двойника охранять твою раненую душу. Бессонные ночи и беспокойные дни я провожу подле холодного тусклого зеркала, которое  больше не позволяет мне вернуться в тот зыбкий мир, где я был собой. Так может это я стал невольным стражником выцветших теней, прячущихся в отражении? Или я и есть та самая тень былого? 


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Dark Autumn Hall.

Models - Asya & Uki.

Natalie Ina Photography.

October 2019.


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Memories of Autumn dreams among the bloody leaves and dark dreams…

Model - Mari Gohberg.

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The Palor of October souls.

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October 2020.


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Mistress of the dark autumn forest.

Model - Kira Onuchina.

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October 2019.


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The Warrior of Autumn.

Model - Margarita Jarvinen.

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September 2019.


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Autumn Melancholy.

Model - Katerina Agapova.

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October 2020.


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The mourner of Autumn.

Model - Mari Gohberg.

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Melancholy Illness.

Model - Inna Malygina.

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May 2021.


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Crowned Silence.

Model - Margarita Jarvinen.

Crown by Decrowcraft.

Natalie Ina Photography.

April 2021.


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I am the shadow of a forest lake, whose waters wash the grey shores of sorrow. My half-sisters are drowned, their souls dissolving in the muddy water, wandering behind me on gray cloudy evenings, trying to grab the hem of my dress. I am a shadow without voice, without name, without age and memory of the past. Sometimes in the monochrome ripples of the water I could read the words, in its hieroglyphs of shadows and reflections, the words spoken before the Exodus, before the inevitable death, the words of the doomed. At such moments, like a cold stone snake penetrated into my heart, and pain fettered all my inside. I tried to erase the words with the darkness that enveloped me, but in vain. My tears could not erase the pain that soaked the waters of this lake. I was just a shadow, one that couldn’t change the flow of time and the flow of water. I could only watch. Then, overcoming a shiver, I lay down on the water and looked into the gray sky, hidden by a veil of clouds that were so inaccessible, and it seemed to me in them, as in this lake, there is the same shadow that could only feel the coldness of this lake of tears.

Natalie Ina


The Shadow of Forest Lake.

Self-portrait.

Collaboration with From Beyond Dolls.

Natalie Ina Photography.

June 2019.


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