Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....
Something to be thankful for.
This one of those experiences that disarmingly reaches the child within you. There is some kind of magic in simply seeing this place. When it first appeared in the landscape, grew out of the horizon I couldn't quite believe it. You know when you see something beautiful you just keep looking. I just kept looking.
I'm not sure I've had my breath taken away at the sight of a building before but this caused that short involuntary intake of breath. It is stuff of fantasy, of fairy tale. Gasp.
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