Hamlet Prince of Denmark discovers the body of Ophelia floating in the river near the palace
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Hamlet Prince of Denmark discovers the body of Ophelia floating in the river near the palace

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Hamlet Prince of Denmark discovers the body of Ophelia floating in the river near the palace
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a man in a robe holding a silver ball
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
An interior scene, walking into an old woodworker's shop. I see a workbench in front of me with a woodworker's vise mounted on it. Several chisels, screwdrivers, mallets, claw hammers, and other such tools are hanging on the wall behind the bench. A broken Windsor Chair is positioned on the bench ready for repair. Ambient light is low, and beams of light are streaming in from a source above, with motes of dust floating around in them. Everything is read for work.
a painting of a young man in a blue and white outfit
rowing athletes from Denmark compete in the London 2012 Olympics
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
a painting of a man in a blue and white outfit
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a man in a medieval costume sitting on a balcony
full-body original character: a wandering botanist with a satchel of plants, a patched green cloak, tall boots and round glasses, neutral background
a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
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a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
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a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
a vast valley with a river winding toward distant mountains at sunrise, no people, no text
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
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full-body original character: a dwarven ranger with a braided auburn beard, worn leather armor, a longbow and a wolf-pelt cloak, neutral background, no text
full-body original character: a dwarven ranger with a braided auburn beard, worn leather armor, a longbow and a wolf-pelt cloak, neutral background, no text
full-body original character: a dwarven ranger with a braided auburn beard, worn leather armor, a longbow and a wolf-pelt cloak, neutral background, no text
full-body original character: a wandering botanist with a satchel of plants, a patched green cloak, tall boots and round glasses, neutral background
full-body original character: a dwarven ranger with a braided auburn beard, worn leather armor, a longbow and a wolf-pelt cloak, neutral background, no text
full-body original character: a wandering botanist with a satchel of plants, a patched green cloak, tall boots and round glasses, neutral background
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
full-body original character: a wandering botanist with a satchel of plants, a patched green cloak, tall boots and round glasses, neutral background
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full-body original character: a dwarven ranger with a braided auburn beard, worn leather armor, a longbow and a wolf-pelt cloak, neutral background, no text