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Down the cliff, a night-lit city spread before us. Above in the star-studded sky, bats swept through the spotlights. Within, there were only three of us, travelers raiding a silent fortress. We crept about the shadows, discovering the silence of an overcome fortress, and when daylight rose, we left toward a theatre; one of the largest, most grandiose and well preserved of the antiquities. Upon the very top of its limestone steps, the singular pluck of a violin reached our ears soundly while various tongues bellowed in a one-minute fame of limelight.

Beheld By Rebellious Mythos: The Peloponnese

Camron Karsten
2006-10-07 12:45:57

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Down the cliff, a night-lit city spread before us. Above in the star-studded sky, bats swept through the spotlights. Within, there were only three of us, travelers raiding a silent fortress. We crept about the shadows, discovering the silence of an overcome fortress, and when daylight rose, we left toward a theatre; one of the largest, most grandiose and well preserved of the antiquities. Upon the very top of its limestone steps, the singular pluck of a violin reached our ears soundly while various tongues bellowed in a one-minute fame of limelight.
With the days to come, we furthered ourselves across this mythical landscape of Greece’s southern terrace, hitchhiking into an ancient Byzantium civilization where they once held their last output of wealth. Here, along the road, idle for a ride, we picked bags full of fresh grapes, round pink pomegranates and oozing-ripe figs until another day found us, hailed by a lone old Grecian woman. She bade us to come help and collect for ourselves a sack of figs, dried by the sun god, Helios. But before we were granted our leave, a donkey ride and a thorough wash of our hands from her well was a customary necessity.
The Epidavros Theatre
Peloponnese showed us myth, gave us a greeting of Greek hospitality as well as the spartan ways of a people living from the yoke of history. Discipline and stealth brought us back to the rich beauty of a culture preserved in its land.

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