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She tiptoed on ivory and ebony piano keys every Sunday as he sat in pews. And sometimes, heavy-footed, the sounds rang angry through the crowd and the empty church halls as she asked God, “Why she wasn’t as worthy as him?”

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thomezzz

28 / F / Wisconsin

For You?

Written by

thomezzz

28 / F / Wisconsin

Published: Sep 25, 2020
LinesWords: 941

Tags: #religion #women #relationships #god #love #faith

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