A spire

Dark foreboding clouds dangle precariously over the waking cityscape.

Dwarfed by their scale, a church spire, silhouetted against the low light of early morning, charges upward to meet them.

By Walter

Redeemed by Jesus, married to Steph, father of three beautiful girls. Friend, musician, nerd, appreciator of good food, coffee and the Oxford comma

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