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In a world bound by earth and sky, the glory of Ebermannstadt is in the eyes of the watcher. The rainbow hues of a snowy street. Silver glints of shadow on cold stone. The carmine riot of storm clouds racing across a swan-graced pond. There is communion in the timeless tones of church bells, echoes of comfort in cerulean hills. Beauty is powerful here, and joy. You know where you are. You know you belong. You’re back and you’re watching and you’re home.

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