to go to Notre Dame. Coming back from work the other night at 2 am it had just stopped snowing and everything was covered in a fresh powder - so pure and undisturbed. The trees looked like they were straight out of a painting - and the grotto - absolutely breathtaking. You could really feel a divine presence and sense just how beautiful life is. Then the other night I wondered through the math building and stopped to look around and take everything in. This place is beautiful - so steeped in tradition and secrets. I feel like every corner in this place whispers some magical story as I walk by.
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