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The air smells of old books and dust. The scent of deep earth wafts from the brick-lined fountain in the courtyard. The empty corners of the church smell almost sour like aged sickness. The warm, wet air coming from outside stings like inhaling baking soda. The faint smell of baby power.
An old woman clearing her throat. The muted click of high heels on old brick. A weak fountain plashing. Tires of a car gripping the asphalt in the parking lot as the car turns. The jingle-clink of a ring of keys. Children sniffing their noses as their parents laugh politely. Squeaking leather jacket as a man folds his arms. The shashasha of a child's dress as she runs past. Whispered and mumbled greetings.
Old, darkened double doors opening into a dim and cavernous space. The sky outside is blindingly bright and the sunlight falls in a soft rectangle onto the aged bricks. Dark red, cheap carpet lines the aisle between the pews, and it is faded slightly right down the middle. Tall, prison-like windows stand a few strides apart down the walls. Formally dressed people mingle, not staying in one place for too long. Two suited men stand in the foyer, greeting the people that come in groups of two or three. A few people sit, looking impatient and sleepy in the cherry pews.

Description
The air smells of old books and dust. The scent of deep earth wafts from the brick-lined fountain in the courtyard. The empty corners of the church smell almost sour like aged sickness. The warm, wet air coming from outside stings like inhaling baking soda. The faint smell of baby power.
An old woman clearing her throat. The muted click of high heels on old brick. A weak fountain plashing. Tires of a car gripping the asphalt in the parking lot as the car turns. The jingle-clink of a ring of keys. Children sniffing their noses as their parents laugh politely. Squeaking leather jacket as a man folds his arms. The shashasha of a child's dress as she runs past. Whispered and mumbled greetings.
Old, darkened double doors opening into a dim and cavernous space. The sky outside is blindingly bright and the sunlight falls in a soft rectangle onto the aged bricks. Dark red, cheap carpet lines the aisle between the pews, and it is faded slightly right down the middle. Tall, prison-like windows stand a few strides apart down the walls. Formally dressed people mingle, not staying in one place for too long. Two suited men stand in the foyer, greeting the people that come in groups of two or three. A few people sit, looking impatient and sleepy in the cherry pews.