Like always, I could go on and on with these details. Like always, I have to stop. What remains are the pictures. More and more they become my memories. Will I ever return to this church? I don’t know. To most so far I didn’t.
Like always, I could go on and on with these details. Like always, I have to stop. What remains are the pictures. More and more they become my memories. Will I ever return to this church? I don’t know. To most so far I didn’t.