I would like to again

We climbed into the church, which hangs behind the village on the edge of a ravine/quarry and a meadow with frozen alfalfa. It opens its mouth at us with every incoming twilight. Door like when the Helper swaps part of the cheeks and stretches the cheeks to the eyes, grin from Codex Gigas. We admire the naked little girls and the drooping pygmies of the statues hidden in the drawer of the table left in the sacristy.