New York closer by the day....

    "Her eyes swelled up in the bars of soft lights. I drank and
    watched her laugh and then we sang out loud in the dying
    streets. And I was so drunk my heart floated
    like a feather in the breeze.
    I got so high off all the blinking lights,
    the colors painted in the night.
    Midsummer Classic blue and gold-
    Our City casts it's shadow."

Catholic Prayer Breakfast

    Just a few snaps from the Catholic Prayer Breakfast.





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