Don Q, Vanza, and Lone Odor stood on a hill and looked at a shoreline in the distance. No buildings stood between them and the sea. Wisps of smoke rose into the sky. “Look at the prospect before us,” said Don Q. “We shall build monuments and spacious villas all along this strip of land, by the grace of my high exploits.” Lone Odor chuckled; Vanza laughed and said, “I can see the tower of your vision reaching to the sky.” – “I will celebrate a popular feast here,” said Don Q, “with great pomp, and sacrifice, and praises loud to me for my achievements. No one would say no to that.” (Andrew Shields, #111words, 5 February 2025)
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