Symphonia
Czech Rep.
To unpath'd waters, undreamed shores' >>-The Winter's Tale (Act 4 Scene IV) >>A silvery sound of trumpets as we walked over the bridge, the bright sun in front of us eating into the black figures of stone. Everywhere towers peeled, clocks chimed. The sounds became colours became precious words.
To unpath'd waters, undreamed shores' >>-The Winter's Tale (Act 4 Scene IV) >>A silvery sound of trumpets as we walked over the bridge, the bright sun in front of us eating into the black figures of stone. Everywhere towers peeled, clocks chimed. The sounds became colours became precious words.
Czech Rep.
Next journey...
Jordan
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