“She held on to the coat throughout the night. Stood on a rim on the castle wall looking out over the valley, smelled everything, wished her coat would turn into wings.” – 100 Days And Nights, Day 1
about #9: the photo picks up on the comment and link from Marcus in “6 Bratislava”, the start of his medieval story lead me to an old place with a winged woman near here. a color-image of the place is up at romanix was here.
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