When I passed this somehow intriguing, somehow disconcerting church – the brick stripes really create an unsettling effect – I counted seven, snapped it for September, and hurried by. At home I realised it is eight, not seven, figures – the baby was hard to see before a bit of enhancing the photo. Which is weird considering that Christians have named their faith after this baby. But it’s still seven adults.
So I thought I pair it with a square seven shot that I had been holding back because as much as I love winter (the real one, with snow and ice) I am not yet ready for it.
Seven living breathing beings in this one. Babies and dogs were counted.
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