With Fresh Eyes
One of my personal favourites, this one. I wandered around the village while my friend sang in the modern church hall with the choir - the old ladies choir, she calls them. Lovely people, and they work hard, have a good time, and do good deeds along the way. Where I come from, you'd call them true blue.
Windows in Fey, where Dom sings with choir
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