Sendeanlagen auf dem Brocken
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Sendeanlagen auf dem Brocken

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A: Brocken Panorama

by Igor Marx, 30 meters away

Brocken Panorama

B: Sendeanlagen auf dem Brocken

by Igor Marx, 100 meters away

http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sendeanlagen_auf_dem_Brocken  

Sendeanlagen auf dem Brocken

C:

by Igor Marx, 100 meters away

D:

by Igor Marx, 110 meters away

E:

by Igor Marx, 120 meters away

F: Brocken

by Igor Marx, 220 meters away

Brocken

G: Der Brockenstein

by B. Hamann, 220 meters away

Der Brockenstein

H: Brockenbahnhof

by Igor Marx, 320 meters away

Brockenbahnhof

I: Brocken, Brockenbahn und Teufelskanzel

by B. Hamann, 360 meters away

Brocken, Brockenbahn und Teufelskanzel

This panorama was taken in Germany

This is an overview of Germany

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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