When I was 4, I visited St. Patrick's cathedral for the first time. My family didn't go to church. When I walked inside, the afternoon light was streaming through the windows, pouring blues, greens, and red onto the pews; old women were praying; I smelled myrrh; and unseen singers sang latin songs. I tugged on my mother's hand and when she pressed her ear to my lips, I said, "Is this where God lives?"
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When I was 4, I visited St. Patrick's cathedral for the first time. My family didn't go to church. When I walked inside, the afternoon light was streaming through the windows, pouring blues, greens, and red onto the pews; old women were praying; I smelled myrrh; and unseen singers sang latin songs. I tugged on my mother's hand and when she pressed her ear to my lips, I said, "Is this where God lives?"
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