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two women is a vision that stirs my soul, The Mount of Olives, with its ancient olive trees whispering tales of centuries past: In front of the hallowed sepulchre, two women standing in silent vigil. Their faces, etched with sorrow and resilience, mirror the timeless grief of the original Pietà, yet their presence speaks to a different narrative,

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