The Phoenix Bird has risen from the ashes.
Every artist and writer, every person of faith, all believers in a religion, or, the majesty of our human race, bows their head this day.
She is gone! Gone this day. Ten billion little footsteps, upon her stone floors. A trillion votive candles, lit, a galaxy of lost souls, found, by the Mother of us all.
How many babes in the womb, and baptisms in holy water? How many unwanted children with no fathers, came into this great ship that landed in Paris a thousand years ago, and were given
And, they were all raised up! They were all taken up, into heaven.
Bon voyage……………..Mother Ship!
We have to found an order of Knights who volunteer to patrol our monuments that are under repair. Too many times, the scaffolding goes up, the workman go home, and fire erupts. Post guards who will arrest the spark before it…
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