The Catacombs: Donald Tournier goes underground…

…and finds true love cowering at the bottom of wells, dank air heavy with humidity, the lungs of the world, hermits drinking from underground rivers, who’d gone white as ghosts hiding from the light of day, poetry living off the mud of dank pits…

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