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He wore a dark herringbone wool shirt.

Ivory buttons were the stepping stones holding

his two halves together.  Strength and honesty

were the bare knuckles of his core.  His eyes are 

the password for those to enter.

Men wearing winter coats and hats

 shuffle forward.  Downcast, they hold respect for

their place.

The food and coffee is warm.  Chairs supprt the tired.

Hands hold forks like new found friends.  There is 

quiet and repose.  Amazing Grace plays softly in the 

background.

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