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I'm afraid that number's ex-directory http://xxxxx.in.net/ xxx With the luminous “White Nights” sun still shining at 11pm, and to the accompaniment of live folk music, we reached Lake Onega. I woke at 5am to find mist rising from the water as we approached Kizhi, an island sacred since pagan times, and the northernmost point of our journey. In the eerie silence, the Church of the Transfiguration hove into view, the aspen shingles covering its 22 onion domes shimmering like quicksilver. I blinked. The church seemed to be levitating 10 metres above shore. |
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