Not a dream

In frigid Stockholm where Shabbath comes in at 2:30 pm, I rounded a corner at night and was suddenly confronted with twelve or so riders on bay horses, dressed in white, crowned with nests of silver, bearing candles in their left hands. They passed through the stone sidestreet where I stood.

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burning a witch, india ink

I made a picture of people burning a witch or a heretic today. However she is casting some sort of curse on them and they are all dying. It is not very tall but it is sort of long and can't be scanned (by me).

Since it is a very bad picture I must explain what it is going on rather than expecting you to get anything out of it yourselves.

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