It's one of those weeks where you long for yesteryears. I've had Greece on my mind for some reason. Like a splinter in my mind, I turn my head to other thoughts and there it is again, calling to be listened to, to be observed and whispered to.Instead of being drawn to it's clear blue ocean waves, I find myself longing for its ancients. The broken plaza steps with deep carvings worn too thin to make out. Century old dwellings of ancient empires and kings. Columns without tops, scraping the sky and never ending. Greece's allure only begins with her demanding statues of ancient deities, and is enfolded in the very land.There is something dependable, sturdy, and sound about all the old things of this world. It's as if humanity has left a lasting testament, to a message we've lost through the pain of time. Athens's ancient structures hold a mystery like the whispering of another language heard on low. Barely audible, but you're left pondering and wondering what it all truly meant.

Ancient Whispers

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