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| Hidden in a plantation of foreign trees that are alien to the landscape, this tiny circle has been much ravished. But the feeling of ancient presence prevades it, whispering of dark, shadowy landscapes and torch-lit funeral processions in honour of a powerful, dead, queen. The hairs on the back of your neck creep, and you turn around quickly and just miss seeing a primeval human darting behind a tree. Spooky! |
Posted by Serenissima 26th September 2001ce |
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