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Byzantine chapel

Byzantine chapel
You had to swim a few measures until the find, you had to cut right and into the 
rock is stuck the cave. I always felt like a small Byzantine dome that part. An 
ancient Christian church remaining to wait until the end of the times. I thought 
that I saw byzantine frescos painted in stone. Dride out faces looking at me 
silent and serious. Tied with humidity, clams and starfish And salt spilling on 
their hair and beards. People ready to make fires. Eyes like calcined charcoal 
with crabs tied In garment. Steady, hard and fair fathers, breaths sulfur. The 
light flowed from the top to the center with a thin gap. Algae and sea-urchins 
like spilt Censer without burning incense and green stones as offerings in the 
Sanctuaries left at random. The water reaches the middle and bottom well in 
solid sand. I was ashamed to come in the sanctuary of sanctuaries Alone 
because their quietness is heavy and their aim holy.



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