Sunday. Going to church. Back to my old one. Mostly because this dear sweet priest I adore reached out to me “just to say hello.” She’s such a bright light. Beautiful, loving, progressive. Pagan in her approach to life.

I love her soft blue eyes. The way her naturally blonde hair frames her sweet face. If we could have a queen, I’d want her to be it.

But I never feel comfortable in church. I twitch and constantly look at my watch. Often I leave early before the service is finished. All I know is I’m finished.

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