"...there were rows upon rows of pews, old oak polished to a shine--and far, far above that, the flight of gray stone carved into arches. Pillars formed shadowed corridors; windows soared on the wall beyond. The flagstones gleamed. There was sunlight all around and dust in the air and a stillness that had weight."

freudian slip.
(Source: idiotsonfb)
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