During my time in London I have lived with my friends mum. I'm really going to miss this place and Maggie. The room that I rent I share with a beautiful painting of Mary Magdalen. At first I thought she was creepy but months on she has grown on me. I've always loved art but this oil painting in particular has a story (even better). To the right of this painting is a framed letter from a man claiming the painting was originally his. He claims it was stolen from his parents house in South East London in 1940, when they had all been bombed out during the Second World War. He also states, he was once told it was meant to be Mary Magdalen.
So that explains Mary Magdalen and Me.
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