Shrines to saints sit next to roads and homes. Inside are photos of saints, re~used plastic water bottles with olive oil for little lamps, a "bic" lighter and other alter items. This one looked unattended to for many many years. It felt like the last old woman dressed in her black wool dress and head scarf with the sort of faith needed to have tended this shrine has passed on.
The paintings of saints molding and faded, curling in on themselves. I tried to open the glass door to tend it for "her" just in case she was there and wanted me to....but it was stuck. I feared breaking the glass or some taboo so instead I peered in respectfully.
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