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Images à proximité de Germany


A: Christmas market Dortmund 2010

Par ehcsimred, à 80 mètres

Christmas market Dortmund 2010

B: Rainbow Umbrella

Par ehcsimred, à 80 mètres

Rainbow Umbrella


Par ehcsimred, à 90 mètres

D: Dortmund Weihnachtsmarkt 03

Par ehcsimred, à 110 mètres

Dortmund Weihnachtsmarkt 03

E: Dortmund City

Par ehcsimred, à 150 mètres

Dortmund City

F: westenhellweg Dortmund

Par Brian Dwyer, à 170 mètres

Westenhellweg, shot on the evening of july 21 2013. Germany,

westenhellweg Dortmund

G: Mg 6387 Panorama

Par Brian Dwyer, à 170 mètres

Mg 6387 Panorama

H: Dortmund Marktplatz

Par Jürgen Diemer, à 200 mètres

Dortmund Marktplatz


Par Michael Printz / PHOTOZEPPELIN.COM, à 280 mètres


Par ehcsimred, à 290 mètres

Ce panorama é été pris à Germany

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Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)

And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.

Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.

Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!

Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.

But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.

Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.

And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.

Text by Steve Smith.

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