The Colossus of Rhodes was destroyed by an earthquake many many years ago.
But I stand in its shadows. Or rather it's memories.
I think in a past life I must have been in the Mediterranean.
As I read of the customs and cultures of those worlds, I can't help but think that I was reconnecting with a lost piece of me. A fragment from a past life.
Roman? I could have been a Roman citizen at one time... But then again I suspect that ancient Egypt also calls to me. Their religious beliefs so strongly twinge my heartstrings as I think of them. I thusly question if it isn't possible that I was part of that past. That the memories that I can't recall were the life stories of some member of that world; that lifetime.
I suspect that I must have been lore keeper in that world too. One who tells the stories of old so that the young may know of them. Not necessarily a bard. Maybe a priest or a healer...
One of these days. I will make a trip to the delta and the surrounding area and see if I haven't gotten the tastes for the matter.
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