Daily Archives: September 14, 2009

Hungarian Dulcimer

14th
Sep. × ’09

A Hungarian dulcimer hangs above the lintel. It’s said that travelers stained by blood will produce a dour note. Such people are always welcomed with mead and sent to restful beds.

A spacious pillow awaits their heads. As always the innkeeper departs through the rear door.

His hounds sing brightly.

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