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Our Lady of Fatima
The morning rosary... and then the three afternoon rosaries and the golden roses. Every Hail Mary was a rose falling from the garland of Our Lady’s fifteen decades, for every pearl had turned into a golden rose, and Mary detached one for every Hail Mary I said and let it fall upon the world... in the places I had recognized and upon the nations which so deserved. How lovely it was to say the rosary with Her...! I never got tired.... Now the luminous waterfall of the golden roses is still in my eyes, and the blessedness of having been with the Mother of God for so many hours is in my heart....