There are two roads to Compostela. Or were there three… I’m not sure anymore.
Taking a sip of wine from the leather pouch, the woman looked certain and in command.
There were children playing, old men chewing history with old teeth.
The empress ruled with wisdom and compassion, keeping an eye on the king from the neighboring kingdom.
Two goats looked surprised.
The light was low and the spirits high.
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