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Mass in the church in Drozdowo.
Standing on the threshold I felt anxiety. In some strange way, at the back of my head there was a thought that, how many times I had managed to relax, was repeatedly deliberately sowing another seed of uncertainty. Small, small, but it hurts like a stone in a shoe. Will I be able to? I set the camera in a quiet shutter mode, turned off the phone and, trying not to disturb the prevailing silence, I went in search of the Word of God.
Mass in the church in Drozdowo.
Standing on the threshold I felt anxiety. In some strange way, at the back of my head there was a thought that, how many times I had managed to relax, was repeatedly deliberately sowing another seed of uncertainty. Small, small, but it hurts like a stone in a shoe. Will I be able to? I set the camera in a quiet shutter mode, turned off the phone and, trying not to disturb the prevailing silence, I went in search of the Word of God.