A Small Worm in the Big Apple

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

magical moment

I’m walking back home after dark. Stars are peeking out overhead, the air has that autumn nip, and the wind dance up and around us. I stroll past one of the old churches, look through the beautiful stained glass windows to see medieval-style chandeliers. The choir is singing, and the night fills with glorious, warming song.

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