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Flur der GalerieKiel

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Närliggande bilder i Germany


A: Galerie Kiel

av soenke wurr, mindre än 10 meter bort

Galerie Kiel

B: Raum2 der GalerieKiel

av soenke wurr, mindre än 10 meter bort

Raum2 der GalerieKiel

C: on top of the Ostseehalle

av franz litzinger, 520 meter bort

on top of the Ostseehalle

D: Kiel Rathaus

av R. Hoppe, 600 meter bort

Kiel Rathaus

E: Kiel - Rathausplatz

av H.J.Weber, 620 meter bort

Kiel - Rathausplatz

G: Kiel Rathaus

av R. Hoppe, 650 meter bort

Kiel Rathaus

H: Kiel - Am Kleinen Kiel-2

av H.J.Weber, 700 meter bort

Kiel - Am Kleinen Kiel-2

I: Kiel Am Kleinen Kiel

av H.J.Weber, 740 meter bort

Kiel  Am Kleinen Kiel

J: Kiel Bootshafen

av R. Hoppe, 990 meter bort

Kiel Bootshafen

Det här panoramat togs i Germany

Detta är en översikt av 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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