Here is the steeple. Open the doors and see all the people. Oh, they've left this teensy tiny place of worship. Notice it's not much bigger than the webbed lawn chairs. I pulled over on the highway to Wiarton today and I was one of perhaps 20 cars in just a few minutes. We were like the U.S. press corps awaiting McCain on debate night.....all fighting to get the best spot, the perfect shot and the most divine photo-blessing. Amen. (some things are just not all that funny)
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