Samaritans at Heathrow Encounters at an airport chapel
In the pristine white glare of the airport corridor, the linoleum became my prayer rug. But my solitude was short lived.
In the pristine white glare of the airport corridor, the linoleum became my prayer rug. But my solitude was short lived.
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