Lautlingen Stauffenberg Castle
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Panoramic photo by
Francisco Miliani
Taken 16:14, 14/10/2011
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Inside of the house or holiday castle of Stauffenberg at Lautlingen, a small town in Albstadt in Baden Wurttembert in Germany, now is the center of the town near the church and the cementery, is used as a musical school and to make social events. photgraphy taken in september 2011 by Salvadorean photgrapher Francisco Miliani.
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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.