Melodic strains of Amazing Grace seep through the ceiling above my head and settle around my shoulders like a soft blanket. 7 men are assembled upstairs and their voices resonate like Gregorian chant through a stone abbey. These same muted voices were loud, boisterous and animated earlier this morning, waking me from a sound sleep.
It is a gift to hover on the periphery and bear silent witness to the coming together of souls.
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