I`m sitting right now on a hard, wooden chair, and my right thumb feeling the soft strings of my old guitar. It was a long day, I should be at home enjoying dinner with my dog, but I`m here again. I slowly, open my eyes to enjoy the fading sunshine. The old lady in front of me is on her knees, praying. This is a place where I find peace. But for some people, this is where they freely express themselves as drama queens. Tomorrow, I will drop by here again because this newly built church has been my stopover for the past three days.
by newguard
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