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In an aisle of a great stone church by flickering light of candles perched under finials and arches tinged with gold, flags fly for blood shed on fields of old: They wave with wistful dreams of war and tell of great esprit de corps in a house made holy for a prince of peace whose dreams of love they speak of least
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Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
St. Giles’, Edinburgh
In an aisle of a great stone church by flickering light of candles perched under finials and arches tinged with gold, flags fly for blood shed on fields of old: They wave with wistful dreams of war and tell of great esprit de corps in a house made holy for a prince of peace whose dreams of love they speak of least
A description of my impressions visiting St. Giles’ Cathedral in Edinburgh. In particular the many military banners struck me.
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
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