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Give me that old-time religion

Old time religion

Walking down a back street in the city, I come upon a small gospel church with its door open to all strangers and wayfarers. The members of the choir don their purple robes while the electric organ warms up. The organist's fingers hover over the opening chord of 'What a Friend we have in Jesus' and mouths open expectantly in song.

But it all vanishes like a dream when I realise it's just a 'T' for technology. Cold gospel. The light was playing tricks with my eyes.


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