03.29.02
What I used to know has dissapeared
God. Jesus. Christ. A starched white sheet draped around the arms of a wooden cross. Smooth pews that creak when you shift your position. A congregation scattered throughout these pews, not even filling close to half of them. Dimly lit lights, candles slowly being extinguished. Hyms sung by men and women - everyone looks a little tired tonight. Good Friday.
I used to know what these things meant to me.
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