It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. That dress! Only a man—and an unworldly one—would have permitted you to proceed on your adventure dressed in a gown thirty years out of date. “Not much,” he answered, “and yet about all there is to be known, I fancy. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMy4yMTMuMTk0IC0gMTMtMDktMjAyNCAwMToyNjo1OSAtIDEyMTQ2OTQ0MjA=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 09-09-2024 09:40:12
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9