Sanctuary
Some spaces are set apart.
Unlike others.
People opened up with beautiful, raw insides.
"This is how we are," they say with no need for words.
We are all.
This way.
This broken way.
But we forget.
And zip closed all of the beautiful, raw insides.
We fear eyes unprepared for so much truth.
The Church.
Its best reflection.
Encountered here.
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