Around 1990, a small church was brightly lit.
There were two black drapes on either side of it.
The drapes drew back to reveal a blackboard in front.
There were raised white letters that seemed smooth and blunt.
‘Church of Sin’ was the words that spelled out as plain in sight.
I stepped back to look around at an eight o’clock south.
I found a stone as large as a river sitting on the grass ground.
‘William’ was the word that spelled on that brown stony mound.
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