As I stepped up the tall concrete stairs towards the church, I stopped to look left and right. I had the feeling that someone was following me, a feeling that I had felt quite distinctively whilst walking through the alley way. I polished my green and adolescent tomato skin before opening the big wooden doors into the church.
To a new adventure
To a new life
To the tomato gods....
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THE TOMATO
SpiritualA journey about the tomato that went to church join Terry the tomato on his exciting quest into church
