Brass church bells topping the white spire sparkle against the deep, blue night as they reverberate through the clouds and down to patient puritan parishioners cloaked in long, black peacoats and crisp, white collars cracking toasted French baguettes spread with modest layers of 7 year old soft cheese, while sipping bitter burgundy wine.
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