Placeholder: But the prey suddenly disappeared at the edge of a cliff. Roupinho and his horse were racing toward the 100-foot precipice and sudden death. In a true Hail Mary fashion, the knight begged for help from the Virgin Madonna of Nazaré, At the moment before catatrophe (as legend has it) the blessed Mary made the horse turn away just before hurtling over the abyss. To Roupinho it appeared to be a supernatural occurnce that saved his life. (Later some claimed it was the devil, disguised as a deer). But the prey suddenly disappeared at the edge of a cliff. Roupinho and his horse were racing toward the 100-foot precipice and sudden death. In a true Hail Mary fashion, the knight begged for help from the Virgin Madonna of Nazaré, At the moment before catatrophe (as legend has it) the blessed Mary made the horse turn away just before hurtling over the abyss. To Roupinho it appeared to be a supernatural occurnce that saved his life. (Later some claimed it was the devil, disguised as a deer).

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But the prey suddenly disappeared at the edge of a cliff. Roupinho and his horse were racing toward the 100-foot precipice and sudden death. In a true Hail Mary fashion, the knight begged for help from the Virgin Madonna of Nazaré, At the moment before catatrophe (as legend has it) the blessed Mary made the horse turn away just before hurtling over the abyss. To Roupinho it appeared to be a supernatural occurnce that saved his life. (Later some claimed it was the devil, disguised as a deer).

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But the prey suddenly disappeared at the edge of a cliff. Roupinho and his horse were racing toward the 100-foot precipice and sudden death. In a true Hail Mary fashion, the knight begged for help from the Virgin Madonna of Nazaré, At the moment before catatrophe (as legend has it) the blessed Mary made the horse turn away just before hurtling over the abyss. To Roupinho it appeared to be a supernatural occurnce that saved his life. (Later some claimed it was the devil, disguised as a deer).
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He guards those waters and those rivers, the horrible ferryman Charon, whose filthiness is frightening; on his chest falls a disheveled long white beard, flames gush from his eyes; a sordid cloak hangs from his shoulders, fastened with a knot: he himself steers his black boat with a hook, sets the sails and carries the dead in it, old now, but green and sturdy in his old age, as befits a god.
[art by Norman Rockwell] Leaving the chapel, Roupinho would mount his trusted steed, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in harmony with the beats of his heart. With the Black Madonna's blessings resonating within him, he would ride forth, his sword held high, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As he rose from his knees, Roupinho would press a kiss to the hilt of his sword, his lips brushing against the cold steel. It was a gesture of reverence, a reminder of the duty he carried upon
[art by Norman Rockwell, surf at Nazare] Clad in armor that bore the marks of countless battles, Roupinho stood tall and proud, his sword gleaming in the sunlight as if it were an extension of his very being. Forged by skilled artisans and imbued with the essence of his noble lineage, the sword was not just a weapon but a symbol of his duty and honor. Every day, Roupinho would seek solace and guidance in the presence of the Black Madonna. With reverent steps, he would ascend the worn stone steps
Beautiful artwork!(1842-1903) With her weathered boots and a heart filled with wanderlust, Isabella "Wildflower" roamed the untamed fr. This is amazing! I love how the light glints off everything, giving stark contrast to the shadows. There must be some deer or elk up ahead since the horse has his ears perked forward and with an intent gaze of interest. The young lady looks like she is enjoying herself alone with her friend while plodding downstream through the lazy creek. Thank you for sharing.
[art by Norman Rockwell, surf at Nazare] Clad in armor that bore the marks of countless battles, Roupinho stood tall and proud, his sword gleaming in the sunlight as if it were an extension of his very being. Forged by skilled artisans and imbued with the essence of his noble lineage, the sword was not just a weapon but a symbol of his duty and honor. Every day, Roupinho would seek solace and guidance in the presence of the Black Madonna. With reverent steps, he would ascend the worn stone steps
He guards those waters and those rivers, the horrible ferryman Charon, whose filthiness is frightening; on his chest falls a disheveled long white beard, flames gush from his eyes; a sordid cloak hangs from his shoulders, fastened with a knot: he himself steers his black boat with a hook, sets the sails and carries the dead in it, old now, but green and sturdy in his old age, as befits a god.
[art by Norman Rockwell, surf at Nazare] Clad in armor that bore the marks of countless battles, Roupinho stood tall and proud, his sword gleaming in the sunlight as if it were an extension of his very being. Forged by skilled artisans and imbued with the essence of his noble lineage, the sword was not just a weapon but a symbol of his duty and honor. Every day, Roupinho would seek solace and guidance in the presence of the Black Madonna. With reverent steps, he would ascend the worn stone steps
[art by Moebius] But the prey suddenly disappeared at the edge of a cliff. Roupinho and his horse were racing toward the 100-foot precipice and sudden death. In a true Hail Mary fashion, the knight begged for help from the Virgin Madonna of Nazaré, At the moment before catatrophe (as legend has it) the blessed Mary made the horse turn away just before hurtling over the abyss. To Roupinho it appeared to be a supernatural occurnce that saved his life. (Later some claimed it was the devil, disgui
[art by Norman Rockwell, surf at Nazare] Clad in armor that bore the marks of countless battles, Roupinho stood tall and proud, his sword gleaming in the sunlight as if it were an extension of his very being. Forged by skilled artisans and imbued with the essence of his noble lineage, the sword was not just a weapon but a symbol of his duty and honor. Every day, Roupinho would seek solace and guidance in the presence of the Black Madonna. With reverent steps, he would ascend the worn stone steps
[art by Norman Rockwell] Leaving the chapel, Roupinho would mount his trusted steed, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in harmony with the beats of his heart. With the Black Madonna's blessings resonating within him, he would ride forth, his sword held high, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As he rose from his knees, Roupinho would press a kiss to the hilt of his sword, his lips brushing against the cold steel. It was a gesture of reverence, a reminder of the duty he carried upon
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