 | Only an independent observer would be able to judge nature, for example God. In this poem the independent power is the witch who cooks her soup of nature, she knows what ingredients she needs to add.
The view from the top was awesome. From there one could see that every house almost had a different color, but that the roofs were all tiled. I took my camera and took several images on diapositive.
What browser and Operating System are you using? Opera and Windows maybe? We will try to fix the bug. However in Internet Explorer 6 or in Mozilla we did not see it. We will do our best, promised! |
