A Soprano Through a Broken Church Window

17 Aug

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Tonight I followed a sound. A beautiful singing voice coming from inside. The church in the centre of Sarlat where we are staying. The church doors were closed. So we followed the sound to the rear of the church. The glass windows had been long broken.

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Yet through the broken shards we could glimpse two singers. Alone. With some lights. Just singing. It felt as if we were intruding on a private moment. In a sacred space, when no-one else was around. We stood and listened. It was beautiful, eerie, and yet so beautiful. So beautiful that I had to share the view through the shattered glass.

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