Image by KELLEPICS from Pixabay
A city encircled by history, Ouroboros in re-hewn stone, Roman roads, Viking fjords, horns of change fiercely blown
Soldiers build and farmers sow reap the crops for leavened bread, while settling, groaning ancient stone draws memory from a silken thread
that stretches down an age-worn path that encircles lay-lined memory, until yet another new belief tears down walls of hegemony.
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Music: The Calling by Angelwing
Title picture: by Sergei Tokmakov Terms.Law from Pixabay
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