A much more inviting place, the church on Cramer and Bradford was a sight for sore eyes in the distance, with its steeple peaking above the surrounding apartments. You can faintly hear some people inside as the overwhelming sound of the heat emitting from the crack in the door fills the cold day. I timed my visit to the church so that I would get there at 4, fully expecting the bells that annoy me every day, but they did not ring. A cruel joke to say the least. Maybe there is a sign of hope, as the heat from the door is a perfect welcome to a weary soul after a long day on the streets of a cold, harsh, brutal city.
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