It is silent in chapel. Every rustle is magnified in cavernous echoing walls of stone, the last bit of daylight peeking through stained glass windows. The noise of traffic outside dims, as people go home from work, have dinner, and begin to think about going to sleep. Sleep is on our minds also, as we…
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