Strasbourg, the Rapture, and Me: A Sunday Morning Apocalypse (with Croissants)

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Skewed North by Jolene Dames

Strasbourg, the Rapture, and Me: A Sunday Morning Apocalypse (with Croissants)

A misty morning in Strasbourg had me questioning everything—from my cult school flashbacks to whether the rapture had actually happened.

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