Lueneburg Ratsapotheke
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Lueneburg Ratsapotheke

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A: Die Alte Raths Apotheke

by Igor Marx, 20 meters away

Die Alte Raths Apotheke

B: Kleine Baeckerstrasse

by Igor Marx, 60 meters away

Kleine Baeckerstrasse

C: Am Markt

by Igor Marx, 140 meters away

Am Markt

D: An der Muenze

by Igor Marx, 150 meters away

An der Muenze

E: Am Sande

by Igor Marx, 150 meters away

Am Sande

F: Rathaus Am Markt

by Igor Marx, 160 meters away

Rathaus Am Markt

G: Lüneburg - Am Sande West

by Uwe Buecher, 160 meters away

Lüneburg - Am Sande West

H: Am Sande und Rote Str.

by Igor Marx, 160 meters away

Am Sande und Rote Str.

I: Lueneburg Marktplatz Rathaus

by Volker Uhl, 160 meters away

Lueneburg Marktplatz Rathaus

J: Lueneburg Am Sande

by Volker Uhl, 170 meters away

Lueneburg Am Sande

This panorama was taken in Luneburg, 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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