Hope and Fear present two faces to the world; in secret they confess their unity.
Janus watches from afar.
Hope's countenance betrays her; it is the face of uncertainty. Fear is never far behind.
Hope knows how things will go. The blade comes down between them, and then they wait.
Hope pours out amid the shards; Fear consoles and protects. No more, he says.
Practice makes perfect the stranger within.
Now they confess their unity to the world.
Janus smiles.
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Reblog if this is your "just out of bed" look. From *Le Journal Amusant*,
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