Category: Historian sights
Many years have passed before any creature passed the fallen angel to enter the green mountain pass
Within these ruins someone created a snug shelter and a magical place
Nature the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild…
On the foggy foggy banks me boys we pitch and toss about…
Despite the lockdown our local florist has put maximum effort into her display for Valentines
This is de space I feel most at home amidst soft colours, paint and brushes
Some places you’d rather not be…
They closed the Asylum long ago yet when you enter the facilities it feels as though it has not been abandoned…
Inside the Box 
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