A church by candlelight

This is the fluid in which we meet each other,
This haloey radiance that seems to breathe
And lets our shadows wither
Only to blow
Them huge again, violent giants on the wall.
One match scratch makes you real.

Excerpt from "By Candlelight" - Sylvia Plath
These photos are of Saint-Paul-Saint-Louis, Paris.

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