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Gilbert K. Chesterton
I was sitting on a bench across the street from this old church in Queretaro, Mexico drawing and painting with my watercolor kit. The doors opened, people went in to Mass and heart-touching angelic music came wafting across the street to me. It sounded like mostly women singing hymns and songs of praise in Spanish.