very near the Czech border.
It would have seemed like a fairy-tale village,
if not for the overwhelming smell of cow.
Herzlich willkommen bei Wernersreuth.
The village church.
Waste away the days.
Waiting on a new age.
But time betrays.
Time, it fades away, precious as a song.
But the forest bestows the simplest of truths.
It's a carousel, my friend.
Now I'm staring at the sun.
As if there's a riddle I'm not in on.
Bavarian chickens.
And magical thinking gets us by...
A Bavarian sunset.
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