(November 23, 2021 at 1:50 am)Fake Messiah Wrote:
There was a gravel road outside the town where I grew up that was known by most everyone as BVM (Blessed Virgin Mary) road. It was a popular place to park and do things that the BVM wouldn't do. If you parked facing east toward town there appeared to be an image of Mary in her pale blue robes at the T intersection. It was, in fact, how the yard light on the farm there reflected off the one end of the barn. Her presence didn't seem to deter the activities the road was famous for.
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