Lion Head Mesa something in the way

senmut did not think he had ever loved so much, to have the breath crushed from his lungs.

and in an instant, he knew this was a lie, and thought of the flower-pelted fellahin, and felt a saddened lurch inside him.

"build one, mazoi. make it your own, and place it too beside the river."

a walkway of temples to honor every god of akashingo.