Posted AT 2:51 AM EDT on 01/04/06
JESUS LIVES
Before dawn, the forests of Siberia have an uncanny quiet, as sounds fall into the dark trees and echoes sink into the sea of snow. Then a bell disturbs the stillness, followed by another and another, until they become a chorus. Horses snort, leather tack creaks and boots squeak on snow. Shapes that seem to be from a different century emerge from the grey dimness.
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