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It's Chivalry --or maybe it's the esoterics of whatever it is that passes for academic discourse in these latter days of no Latin no Greek no rollick in the original tongues of bards who after facing down merciless Moors had strummed of delayed lust for ladies a-waiting behind in foggy homelands pining away from their unassailable balconies far up on cold stone battlements yet holding the dream aloft. |
Additional Notes:
I must confess that I don't know what I'm doing here;
I just took out a handfull of medieval images and
started playing with them. I feel kinda goofy here!
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