At The Year's End
A notebook entry.
1. The church was quiet and smelled of incense. Built in the 1400s, it possessed that same sense of stillness I’ve found in houses of worship and contemplation across religious lines. When I am in these spaces, this is what I like to reflect on. There is a particular quality of air that culminates inside a place reserved as sacred, be it a…
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