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New Guinea War shield painted with the man that never dies "the Phantom"

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Soldado afroamericano con uniforme unionista retratado coa súa familia (1864)

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“The blessed Virgin Mary was not sinless, but she did not sin. You may say: ‘That makes no sense; it is a contradiction.’  Well, consider an innocent child born with a hereditary disease, who through medication and diet and a rigorous health regimen grows and lives a long, full life without ever suffering from the symptoms of that disease. We would rightly say that although they were not without disease, they nonetheless never suffered from disease. The Virgin Mary was born into this fallen world, and she faced the same trials and pains and temptations that we all experience. But by divine grace she chose never to sin. And her righteous struggle and holy example provide the model for us all to emulate. May her prayers be with us.”

~Gebre Menfes Kidus

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‘eclipse’

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Over the white pond the savage birds draw away.

At twilight an icier wind blows about our star.

The split forehead of night bends across our graves. Under oaks we shudder on a silver barge.

Forever ring the whitewashed walls of the city. Under a dome of thorns O my brother we climb—blind hour hands to midnight.

Do you fall like rain on the crying?

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Über den weißen Weiher Sind die wilden Vögel fortgezogen. Am Abend weht von unseren Sternen ein eisiger Wind.

Über unsere Gräber Beugt sich die zerbrochene Stirne der Nacht. Unter Eichen schaukeln wir auf einem silbernen Kahn.

Immer klingen die weißen Mauern der Stadt. Unter Dornenbogen O mein Bruder klimmen wir blinde Zeiger gen Mitternacht

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Florian Macek by Ren Saliba