I came out of church Sunday morning and saw this scene as I was approaching my car. The snow is covering an old coal bank that has managed to grow some trees since I went to school here. The school building and the convent would be in this picture if they hadn't been torn down years ago. It got me thinking of the sisters who had such a strong influence on my young mind and my developing faith. And of the games we used to play on the hill, some of them pretty cruel.
What struck me most, however, and held me for a few minutes, was the contrast of the snow and the blue, blue sky
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