Sundays


Church, Cemetery, Crosses, Graves, Christianity

She always got up early on Sunday and went to church. Sitting in the hard pew, she listened to everything and joined in with the hymns and prayers when needed. After, she would sit for a few minutes, looking at the light coming through the windows and the candles flicking against the wall. She let the peace wrap around her and when she was calm, she got up and left, heading back to the orphanage.

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