Somber, thought filled place. Made to look like a dark night of the soul. Even the stained glass affected light seemed tinted with shadows and grief. Doors cast to look like the olive trees outside. Mosiacs spoke so plainly of the struggle that took place here. Mass with Russian pilgrims. Their songs and intermittent silence filled the place. I could do nothing but sit in awe and reverence....
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