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The preschool was adjacent to the church and I would whisper as we grew closer to the sanctuary. I would hold my mom’s hand, tightly and peak between the heavy double doors. When she would let go, I would run down the aisle, the light shining through the tall blue stained glass windows. I would count the pews in my peripheral vision. I remember being too scared to go up all the steps of the alter. I remember a three year old version of myself staring wide-eyed into the blue light.
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Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
Blue Rose Window-ed Churches
The preschool was adjacent to the church and I would whisper as we grew closer to the sanctuary. I would hold my mom’s hand, tightly and peak between the heavy double doors. When she would let go, I would run down the aisle, the light shining through the tall blue stained glass windows. I would count the pews in my peripheral vision. I remember being too scared to go up all the steps of the alter. I remember a three year old version of myself staring wide-eyed into the blue light.
emma-zanzibar
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Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
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