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Chapter XXXIII

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"I soar high, gliding over those who tried to keep me down;

 hovering I giggle, as I poop on their heads. :-P " 

 Jessie

 

Room 507 

 Passage: The Seventh Petal | The Friend

Chronicle

Jessie a poet rendezvoused with the Thunderbuss and received the Diary of an Angel from the Messengers, Mary and Francis Young and Kat Sullivan on the 2nd of November, 2010 in Albany, New York U.S.A. She placed her Memories and Dreams in the Diary, one poem My Son and his photograph in a gathering between her, Mary and Francis and Kat.  Her chapter is Chapter XXXIV (34th). The passage The Seventh Petal leads to room 507 of the fifth floor Lily in the Darkness of the City of Gold, which she watches over. Her color is red so she received a red quill from Gianni Di Miele aka Gianni. She sent one purple quill to Kat Sullivan aka Katriona of the groves. She represents the Friend in the story.

  

Moments from the Diary's Passage

 

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Opening the Door

Jessie's Door will give you access to her biography and it will open when the Diary reaches one of 91 places in Cyprus affiliated with the project. Beyond the door below you will find more about the artist and her works and her relation with the project. You can find more about the official campaign of the Diary of an Angel and about the journey in Cyprus called Odoiporiko (Οδοιπορικό) by clicking on Connect and Collaborate, on the left.

Jessie's Door

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