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Long After

. The cavernous cathedral still hums and echoes with hymns coming down, it seems, from nooks and rafters of its ceiling. It trembles softly still. Long after the mass. A veiled, old woman fingers a long black rosary as she thumbs through a dark, worn-out missal in her wrinkled hand. She sobs, sighs, prays still. Long after the mass. .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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