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Oct 2018
You took me to the very upstairs of the church,
and then even higher
to the bell tower,
where we pulled the rope and sounded the bell
after church was over. Then we ran away
and hid under the pews.
We must have been good hiders, because
we never got in trouble.
It's interesting how you sometimes have one or two especially vivid memories of characters from your childhood, isn't it?
Written by
Olive
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