Five Card Story: My true prayer

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a Five Card Flickr story by Noah T.P. created Nov 14 2012, 06:34:13 pm. Create a new one!

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I walked into the chapel. I didn't normally practice religion, but I felt as if I had nowhere else to go. My Family wouldn't listen to me, I had no friends, and No one- absolutely no one was kind to me. I noticed a metal statue of a skeleton. "it's a reminder of the fears we must face in order to find more happiness and peace" someone behind me said. I turned around. It was a priest. He was in white robes holding a bible. "tell me" he said. what brings you here? That's all it took for me to spill it out. "I don't like the city! It's loud, crowded, the air tastes awful, and all of my friends are a thousand miles away!" I screamed. I found tears running down my cheek. The priests calm expression didn't change. "And where is home for you?" he asked. I thought for a moment. "home for me is a place where mud exists. Where wildlife grows abundantly, and where the view from a high place isn't simply a mass of streets and cars." I said. "You paint quite a picture" he replied. "you can never forget a place like I lived in once you've lived there. The priest told me a couple stories that may or may not have applied to me. None of them really helped. I just thanked the priest and walked outside. I looked up at the sky, wondering what I was going to do. I thought about the forests I lived

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