I love the city. I love the city in November. I love bare trees and leaves, brown and crumbling on the street. I love a clear sky and 40 degrees. I love people walking and running and dogs tied up waiting for their people outside the bagel shop.
This is the altar at my new parish, which, you might notice requires the priest (that's me) to face liturgical East. That's right. No more cooking show Masses...
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