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Chapter XLIX 

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"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces.

 Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams

Ashley Smith

Room 410

 Passage: The Storm Of Love

Chronicle

Jil rendezvoused with the Thunderbuss and received the Diary of an Angel from The Messengers, Mary and Francis Young on the 22nd of May, 2011 in Chedar Rapids, Iowa. She placed her Memories and Dreams in the Diary six of her poems Fell, To A Poet,  Dandelion Seed, Lullaby Of Wind, These Rotten Eyes and her collaboration with Halkios Storm of Love and returned it to them a week later. Her chapter  is Chapter XLIX (49th). The passage The Storm of Love leads to room 410 of the fourth floor Terra Ark of the City of Gold, which she watches over. Her color is peony pink, so she received a peony quill from Halkios.  Halkios promised her that he will find a Dandelion Seed whilst journeying in the Land of  Venus and he will add it in the Diary on her page. Halkios added their collaboration in a CD tha lies in the Treasure Trove and their halkoem will be added in the Golden Edition of the Diary in the official DVD.

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Opening the Door

Jil's Door will give you access to her biography and it will open when the Diary reaches Limnitis. 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 (Οδοιπορικόν) by clicking on Connect and Collaborate, on the left.

 

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