What would life be without a pilgrimage now and then? It was time for my yearly pilgrimage to Steirerstöckl. The world might be falling apart, slowly, but in Steirerstöckl nothing changes. The comfort of unchangeability
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What would life be without a pilgrimage now and then? It was time for my yearly pilgrimage to Steirerstöckl. The world might be falling apart, slowly, but in Steirerstöckl nothing changes. The comfort of unchangeability