Through the dispersed whispers carried on many winds, are the victorious cries of queens and kings, the weathered echoes of epic battles and gentle sagas filled with tittle tattle. The mountains groan through loneliness, ‘though surrounded by scenes harmonious through plants and streams and nature galore. The sun-flaked walls are all that stand upon this once and lively piece of land, the tower almost as old as time itself, its secrets buried for those who delve. But to be found foot must be stepped upon the ground, reached only by the waves that gently lap the island’s shore.
The Mansionic Perspective 
I’d like to be there right about now. Looks more peaceful than the world….Calm prevails it looks like. Will we ever get there???? VK
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Oh yes, VK! Of course we will. We’re already well on the way! We’re just experiencing a little turbulence, that’s all… 😉
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Beautifully written, Tom! I love the sound of the language you used; best read out loud! Which I did 🙂
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Thanks, Chris. I allowed the flow to take me with this one! 🙂
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Nice work as always Tom.
It is a place I doubt we’ll visit in the flesh though. 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be my friend! 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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I agree, Prenin. Thanks.
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