A Road Map
These are all ancient names of what you will once call home. The shape of the fire altar is independent of time. Each temple is an offering made to the gods by giving them a home. An inward realization can only be achieved by draining out your wealth and strength. So he went on Another building rampage.  “A world conquer campaign,” as my brother used to say. Drew a straight line across a map And let the priest and the architect connect the fact that often it was a Queen on whose insistence these stone gardens were built.
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