The broom, swooshing against the floor, collecting dust, with intermittent clunking bellowing against the pews emanates more prominently than the constant hum of faint conversations. There is a smell of fresh wood varnish in the air.
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The broom, swooshing against the floor, collecting dust, with intermittent clunking bellowing against the pews emanates more prominently than the constant hum of faint conversations. There is a smell of fresh wood varnish in the air.