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By Jane Doe Date: 2011 Sep 22 Comment on this Work [[2011.09.22.13.15.24618]] |
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I went to the town's church today. I took the last pew on the left after the main door. That little corner, may be jusz 24 inches wide. My old hanky and my new pair of Escada getting the beating. The altar was beautiful, big and getting blurry. I felt that big, cemented wall embracing me. I thought it was shaking, or was it me? For 30 minutes I was seating there. And didn’t say anything. I’d like to believe, God heard all my tears. |