10 September 2010. The place of the church, or the church of place. Pala Asistencia, in the back country, as my mother used to say, San Diego. Mid-summer afternoon, hot, the dry grass of a small park, surrounded by eucalyptus and sycamore. Formerly--a single ruined bell tower, white plaster over river stone, or at least this is how you imagine it--the rough cast iron bells themselves, ringing out through the valley...
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