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Like wild geese, fishermen and monks landed here, others sailed on and discovered America but they came back by the north, Thule where it rains glowing stones where the land burns and the rocks swim between boiling fountains There are the gates of hell and the paths to heaven invisible above the clouds around huge curtains of ice They came back to tell about these wonders, too biblical to want to keep it secret from their family and friends And the new world they forgot
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Wild geese
Like wild geese, fishermen and monks landed here, others sailed on and discovered America but they came back by the north, Thule where it rains glowing stones where the land burns and the rocks swim between boiling fountains There are the gates of hell and the paths to heaven invisible above the clouds around huge curtains of ice They came back to tell about these wonders, too biblical to want to keep it secret from their family and friends And the new world they forgot
Connemara, Thule, Brendan (AD 500) Collection "Secrets & Believers"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
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