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Cathedral; (after the Rodin sculpture; for B.M.)

''There is a chapel inside a look where even God comes to pray.'' Bone-white balustrade, blue veins whisper along the nave. Two hands, in the lightest clasp, become crown, become basilica overseeing the dark and silenced town. Barely a touch for support. Instead, they trust

a word, a moment's sight, the buttress of pale sky. Their fortress -- holding in, holding out pure light.

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