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ROSSEL

Petra

Headed south-east Inkognito’s plane was smoothly digging the sky while crossing a massive mountain ridge stretched out grandly beneath them. Captivated by this majestic spectacle he could not stop admiring the artistry of the elder builders who had merged the ancient heritage into nature’s wilderness which remained almost intact over so many centuries.

At that very moment he felt that some things are timeless, and like music, they seem to never age.

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