The building behind me is the Lyon Cahedral in Central France. It was rainy and a bit cold that day. So, I wore a jacket (or a cape? *V* ).
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Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: Will our actions echo across the centuries? Will Strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
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