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Something's wrong with the church, too. It's not brown for wood, and it's not purple, as Kelly, the Hierophant, would have it. This church is black, like in Blake's London. And it has the same moral effect, as well.
Snow falls heavily as the church finds its only ally in the area is the graveyard. Church, graveyard, it's the same thing.
Rather than spiritual symbols, give coins with clubs in them are proudly displayed. Pat Robertson, anyone?
The door is red, as is the clothing of the priest inside the window. He's standing at a partially hidden lecturn, and quoting from the grey bible. But while everyone should come inside the church to get away from the snowstorm, the man in pink and his lavender-clad male companion find the church is, quite literally, barred to them. They are trapped in the snow, unwanted and forsaken. Could it be these two are a couple daring to love each other? It's at least a possibility.
What's this? Green pentacles, with green overgrowth, have fought their way out of the snow, barely seem phased by it at all, and suggest a way for happiness for these two men if they turn away from a church that's turned away from them.