frostmarine

It was a peaceful day in Gößnitz, Germany. The streets roared with noise as cars shot down the asphalt, each white dash in the road ticking by like the flash of a camera. The sky was a rather deep blue colour, a few clouds dabbled here and there. In the tall, beige houses that characterized this city, housewives tended to the kitchens and their children. The husbands sat in their office quarters, signing papers and writing documents. Trains made their regular stops at the local station, them zoomed off with a loud whoosh. However, something was different about Gößnitz today.. What could it be? A small, reddish-brown rode

So many languages are spoken near and far and each of those languages make us who we are Eers is daar Afrikaanse - The language of a native Vot nekotorye Rossiya - A language that is massive Στη συνέχεια, έρχεται Έλληνες - a language lost in time Here's some english - This one's doing fine But there's a language out there that has no words A language you can't describe with nouns and verbs This language has a name and you probably won't forget it But some that do lose it usually end up regretting it This langu