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History was destroyed and made all at once today. Notre Dame in bright, brilliant flames. 850 years of history, class trips, memories, singed and gone. Everything has it's time, I suppose. But I had a friend who wanted to meet that building, who wanted to soak in it's secrets and stories. And now that dream is ashy and unattainable. Spectacular spire, it fell. And with it, our hearts.
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
Notre Dame, 4.15.19
History was destroyed and made all at once today. Notre Dame in bright, brilliant flames. 850 years of history, class trips, memories, singed and gone. Everything has it's time, I suppose. But I had a friend who wanted to meet that building, who wanted to soak in it's secrets and stories. And now that dream is ashy and unattainable. Spectacular spire, it fell. And with it, our hearts.
lillianmay
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
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