I don't think I am in the place where I can say anything about this without wanting to cry, or without really feeling like it's my place to say something. See, I feel like here in Alabama, far away from Paris and New York and Brussels and London and all the "big cities" we're sheltered. No one is going to target us—for all they know, we are a bunch of hayseeds. Hell, we kinda are.
But my heart is still heavy, how could it not be?
I won't try to say anything except that I love this cartoon. I love everything it stands for, everything it means.
In an old house in Paris that is covered with vines, live twelve little girls whose country still shines.
That cartoon is about to make me cry. Heartbroken. We life in a fallen world. I don't think there's any other way to put it.
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