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.few people don't know, unless they read Sienkiewicz... but the Marienburg Castle at Malbork... was originally constructed from white, & ghostly grey brick... not red brick... the red bricklayers came with it being destroyed from the German erasing their shame at it being, claimed... the whole structure used to be a ghostly shaman color of fog... partly white, partly grey... but never... exactly... red brick... did you know that the Teutonic Order was the first to invigorate / or rather instigate the primordial concept of a... post office? well... i guess somehow had to write out the demise of the concept, or be caught up in it, reaching the 100m finish line. those monks really invented / invested / investigated the premise of a post-office... shame, really, that the post-office is lying on the death bed... and the only "thing" that cana rekindle it is... a relapse into postcards... which will never happen... just as hand writing will collapse into: nothing more than a scrawly stature of pseudo-literacy - of a signature.
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
origins of a post office / the color of bricks
.few people don't know, unless they read Sienkiewicz... but the Marienburg Castle at Malbork... was originally constructed from white, & ghostly grey brick... not red brick... the red bricklayers came with it being destroyed from the German erasing their shame at it being, claimed... the whole structure used to be a ghostly shaman color of fog... partly white, partly grey... but never... exactly... red brick... did you know that the Teutonic Order was the first to invigorate / or rather instigate the primordial concept of a... post office? well... i guess somehow had to write out the demise of the concept, or be caught up in it, reaching the 100m finish line. those monks really invented / invested / investigated the premise of a post-office... shame, really, that the post-office is lying on the death bed... and the only "thing" that cana rekindle it is... a relapse into postcards... which will never happen... just as hand writing will collapse into: nothing more than a scrawly stature of pseudo-literacy - of a signature.
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Sep 17, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
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