15th
July
2007
Can’t find my way home
A good start to the day (any day, said my grandmother) is a trip to church, where we can join in community with our neighbours, if they happen to hold a similar set of view to our own. The real communal experience is outside, afterward, when the assembled multitude gather to exchange with their kith and kin. In the absence of a local coffeeshop, this is where the news is passed along.
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