I walked into the building and was blasted in the face with the heat of the furnace and the familiar smell of churches – a curious combination of people, hymn books, scriptures and dust. It is a smell I know well, but have never been able to tag or describe. I timidly walked down the hall, hands heavy-laden with camera, tripods, treats and recipes. There was laughter and loud voices wafting …
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