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In the Saint Osmund Church

Many years ago, I visited a church. The Saint Osmund Church in London In Barnes. Beautiful and imposing Catholic Home of God. Felt from the heart Mass. This was an intimate afternoon. I have never been here before. Never The believers waited silently for the voice of the bells. The calling voice rang out Holy Mass had begun. The priest was an aristocratic character, an old man Preaching was incredible. His thoughts soared, and his audience fell into a hypnotic state This Mass left an eternal mark on my soul This Mass burned into my soul. Forever This Mass always accompanies me This Mass always lives in me It's an eternal inspiration

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