Sunday, February 19, 2012

She is greeted by an elder, followed by his wife, and then the pastor.   Mostly fear grips her, but some distant relief, trying to unlock itself from within her deep refines, manifests itself into tears.  They usher her forward into church, and more tears gush forth.  Her children stay back, huddling in a corner by the door.  She is about to explain what is on her mind, but as she tries to wipe the tears away, a blurry glance witnesses a man enter through the door near to where her children are standing.  

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