Rain batters a church's tin roof and the bayou creeps up, moccasins like a hundred ripples in the mud. In times of flood, the congregants hold on to faith that kills.
Friday, July 6, 2012
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Rain batters a church's tin roof and the bayou creeps up, moccasins like a hundred ripples in the mud. In times of flood, the congregants hold on to faith that kills.
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