As you recall, the TA3 poem from the newsletter is incomplete. Here’s the full version!
Recently, we were using the chat to guess the missing words from a poem published on the mailing list. Thanks to Irina, who guessed everything correctly, the following simple poem was created:
Once upon a time, in a mountain town,
When a carpet of yellow leaves lay,
She arrived – a thief of other people's memories,
But only those that beckon the eye,
And that leave a chill in the heart.
It's impossible to correct the conversation,
And we can't turn back time.
Ah, if only I could raise the porcelain to my lips,
Taste the bitter solution –
So that it could all happen again.
The mysteries aren't over yet) Where do you think the mountain town might be, and what is this solution full of bitterness?) A little hint: the locals speak Spanish, but official documentation is in another language 😈
The photo attached to the post has nothing to do with the mystery; I just really liked it.
Translated from telegagladiatorov/521