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St Mary’s and St Joseph’s Cathedral, Armidale, NSW, Australia 🇦🇺 @tartariaaustralia888☀️🦘

BLESSED DAY TO YOU ALL 🛐

🇮🇹 I treni del passato erano davvero magnifici. 🇦🇺 The trains of the past were truly magnificent. 🇧🇷 Os trens do passado eram realmente magníficos. 🇫🇷 Les trains d'autrefois étaient vraiment magnifiques. ✨✨✨🙏✨✨✨ https://t.me/ioanima https://t.me/galliactica https://t.me/orgoniteitalia @TARTARIAthetruth https://t.me/tartariabrazil https://t.me/Du_Labyrinthe_aux_Hypotheses https://t.me/TARTARIAITALIACHANNEL

🇮🇹 Nella sera si sentiva l’odore di tutti i fiori del mondo, come se la terra, rimasta addormentata per lunghi secoli, si fosse improvvisamente risvegliata, liberando misterise essenze al mattino da dei flaconi invisibili. Era il mese di maggio. (Fabrizio Caramagna) Buongiorno anime belle 🌷 🇦🇺 In the evening one could smell all the flowers of the world, as if the earth, having been asleep for long centuries, had suddenly awoken, releasing mysterious essences in the morning from invisible bottles. It was the month of May. (Fabrizio Caramagna) Good morning beautiful souls 🌷 🇧🇷 À noite, podia-se sentir o cheiro de todas as flores do mundo, como se a terra, tendo estado adormecida por longos séculos, tivesse acordado de repente, liberando essências misteriosas pela manhã de garrafas invisíveis. Era o mês de maio. (Fabrizio Caramagna) Bom dia, belas almas 🌷 🇫🇷 Le soir, on sentait toutes les fleurs du monde, comme si la terre, endormie depuis de longs siècles, s'était soudain réveillée, libérant au matin des essences mystérieuses dans des flacons invisibles. C'était le mois de mai. (Fabrizio Caramagna) Bonjour belles âmes 🌷 ✨✨✨🙏✨✨✨ https://t.me/ioanima https://t.me/galliactica https://t.me/orgoniteitalia @TARTARIAthetruth https://t.me/tartariabrazil https://t.me/Du_Labyrinthe_aux_Hypotheses https://t.me/TARTARIAITALIACHANNEL

Sea monster captured between Scheveningen and Katwijk, 1661 Translation: A WONDERFUL SEA MONSTER TO SEE. This aforesaid sea monster is caught between Schevelingen and Katwijk in the sea, on Saturday the 2nd of November, 1661, and has still not died since it was caught. It is smooth, is long around two fathoms itself, has a very wonderful head and snout, with large white eyes like large plates, the beak like a parrot, and eight long tentacles, with which it is able to grab, and at the ends of which are Spanish stars; and at the end of its wondrous body is a tail like a fan, long around two fathoms, and the underside covered with the same suckers. The sack of the monster is long around one fathom, and not very fat; its face pale as the face of a dead man. This monster is of the true piscatores, as the wonder books call them, and is named by Mr. Johannes van Luyden, professor of medicine at Leiden, who has written about it. This fish is cooked and eaten six times a year, but it cannot be kept (because it quickly rots); but there are also people who have seen this wonder fish and caught it before, and some say it is a natural creation of nature never seen before; some say it is a kind of octopus, others think it is a sea devil, so that many various opinions are expressed about this wondrous creation of nature; some say it is a sea monk, others say it is a sea bishop. This wondrous sea monster is to be seen (with commentary by the showman in each city on the market and also in the painted house). Where one shows it for a small fee. — https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/en/collection/object/Zeemonster-gevangen-tussen-Scheveningen-en-Katwijk-1661--3047f9f1c795020c90b6b38d40810461 @TARTARIAthetruth 🦅

🇮🇹 Nella sera si sentiva l’odore di tutti i fiori del mondo, come se la terra, rimasta addormentata per lunghi secoli, si fosse improvvisamente risvegliata, liberando misterise essenze al mattino da dei flaconi invisibili. Era il mese di maggio. (Fabrizio Caramagna) Buongiorno anime belle 🌷 🇦🇺 In the evening one could smell all the flowers of the world, as if the earth, having been asleep for long centuries, had suddenly awoken, releasing mysterious essences in the morning from invisible bottles. It was the month of May. (Fabrizio Caramagna) Good morning beautiful souls 🌷 🇧🇷 À noite, podia-se sentir o cheiro de todas as flores do mundo, como se a terra, tendo estado adormecida por longos séculos, tivesse acordado de repente, liberando essências misteriosas pela manhã de garrafas invisíveis. Era o mês de maio. (Fabrizio Caramagna) Bom dia, belas almas 🌷 🇫🇷 Le soir, on sentait toutes les fleurs du monde, comme si la terre, endormie depuis de longs siècles, s'était soudain réveillée, libérant au matin des essences mystérieuses dans des flacons invisibles. C'était le mois de mai. (Fabrizio Caramagna) Bonjour belles âmes 🌷 ✨✨✨🙏✨✨✨ https://t.me/ioanima https://t.me/galliactica https://t.me/orgoniteitalia @TARTARIAthetruth https://t.me/tartariabrazil https://t.me/Du_Labyrinthe_aux_Hypotheses https://t.me/TARTARIAITALIACHANNEL

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Sydney Town Hall Grand Organ, Australia 🇦🇺 @tartariaaustralia888☀️🦘