Vincent van Gogh field of poppies

Vincent van Gogh field of poppiesHenri Matisse GoldfishMichael Austin Red Dress
foothold, this projection, that loose slope of gravel, and kept their eyes from the gulf; but it pulled, it tempted, and they couldn't help glancing into it, only to feel their balance tilting and their eyesight swimming and a dreadful nausea gripping their throats.
From time to time the close behind, and both children felt cold hands on their hearts and their entrails, and they heard vicious whispers:
"Where is the upper world? How much farther?"
"We're frightened here!"
"We should never have come, at least back in the world of the dead we had a little light and a little company, this is far worse!"
"You did a wrong thing when you came to our land! You should have stayed living ones looked back and saw the infinite line of the dead winding out of the crack they'd come through: mothers pressing their infants' faces to their breasts, aged fathers clambering slowly, little children clutching the skirts of the person in front, young boys and girls of Roger's age keeping staunch and careful, so many of them... And all following Will and Lyra, so they still hoped, toward the open air.But some didn't trust them. They crowded