Venice in Winter, With a Poet as Our Guide
In a land where the sky was blue and the mountains were ice-capped,
where nights had no shadows but pure nightness and stillness,
I found myself here, a traveler through the world so vast and strang...
In a land where the sky was blue and the mountains were ice-capped,
where nights had no shadows but pure nightness and stillness,
I found myself here, a traveler through the world so vast and strang...
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