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« on: June 15, 2019, 11:57:14 PM »

A deep low whirring surrounds me as the driving winds throw themselves against the medieval hand hewn stone walls of the tiny chapel, harmonised by a soft high whistle of the stout building fighting back as the wind whips in through gaps of the smooth deep brown and heavy door, reaching me with its infinitely long arms protruding and icy cold hands grasping at my neck. The chapel glooming from the hearth inside, its heart lit gently and warmly by a chorus of candles varying in height and size. Musky dry air hovering still and wafting, peppered by fresh earth and dew, the rain tinkling down, pattering rhythmically, tasting the sweetness of the outside flora borne on the wind. The stone floor hard and uneven, the inside walls roughly hewn and textured like used sandpaper from the ages of hands rubbing. An overwhelming sense of weight falls onto my eyes as relaxation and peacefulness…
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