Wernigerode 05
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Wernigerode 05

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Närliggande bilder i Germany


A: Wernigerode 04

av Igor Marx, 20 meter bort


Wernigerode 04

B: Wernigerode 06

av Igor Marx, 130 meter bort


Wernigerode 06

C: Wernigerode 03

av Igor Marx, 130 meter bort

Wernigerode 03

D: Marktplatz Wernigerode

av Sorry, 130 meter bort

Marktplatz Wernigerode

E: market day in Wernigerode

av Dirk Wandel, 140 meter bort

market day in Wernigerode

F: Wernigerode 02

av Igor Marx, 140 meter bort

Wernigerode 02

G: Wernigerode, Marketplace

av Frank Ellmerich, 140 meter bort

Wernigerode, Marketplace

H: Wernigerode 07

av Igor Marx, 220 meter bort

Wernigerode 07

I: D WernigerodeMarktstrasse

av Frank Ellmerich, 250 meter bort

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: The town lies at about 250 metres above sea level (NN) on the ...

D WernigerodeMarktstrasse

J: D Wernigerodemarktmarktstrasse

av Frank Ellmerich, 250 meter bort

D Wernigerodemarktmarktstrasse

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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