Jan 6, 2017
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Send ✝ to find my muse sitting alone in an empty church
Dean sat crosslegged in the pew, the wood aged from centuries of wear, but still sound as the masonry that made up the walls. Looking up, he stared at the ceilings, the thick beams and the buttresses, it was beautiful in its own way, even though he wasn’t a religious man. He could appreciate the artistry that people used to take comfort in an invisible man.
Footsteps on the marble floor turned his head, and he took in the woman who walked down the aisle. She screamed government, but you could always tell who was these days.
“You might have a hard time finding a seat, just saying,” he joked quietly.