When something beautiful is lost, we lose a part of ourselves. May Notre Dame de Paris rise from the ashes through the generosity of all of us, no matter our race or nationality or creed, who are all her people.
When something beautiful is lost, we lose a part of ourselves. May Notre Dame de Paris rise from the ashes through the generosity of all of us, no matter our race or nationality or creed, who are all her people.
Knitting, reading, other stuff.
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