IT BEGINS AS A WHISPER. A promise. The lightest of breezes dances through the rigging, as it creaks above the death cries of ten thousand men. It moves through her hair as gently as a lover’s hand. That breeze, that promise, became a wind. A wind that is blown across Greece, carrying a message told again and again of our lady freedom and how wise she was to charge Leonidas to lay all at her feet. https://youtube/watch?v=R3VBvx0ncoI
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 17:35:58 +0000