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From the cloisters the moonlight created shadows across the garth, a monk pulled the cloister bell for supper, Dio è vicino e lontano the Italian monk said to me in the workshop repairing a chair, Dom Charles took an apple from the tree and twisted it just so it came away in his hand and he rubbed it against his black habit to a shine and said that's how it is done, Dom George machined the habit seam as I watched his tonsured head shone in the overhead lamp, le opere che si fanno possono essere l'unico sermone alcune persone si sente oggi Francesco d'Assisi said so I read, I take my place in the refectory stand there waiting for grace to begin studying the wooden floor and how the overhead lights shone there, hoc autem qui parce seminat parce et metet et qui seminat in benedictionibus et metet Paul of Tarsus said Dom Joe told me, who sows little reaps little whoever sows much shall reap much I mused, orange bricks browny black in moonlight, bell tolled against evening sky, I walked the cloister wondering why.
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
WONDERING WHY MCMLXVIII.
From the cloisters the moonlight created shadows across the garth, a monk pulled the cloister bell for supper, Dio è vicino e lontano the Italian monk said to me in the workshop repairing a chair, Dom Charles took an apple from the tree and twisted it just so it came away in his hand and he rubbed it against his black habit to a shine and said that's how it is done, Dom George machined the habit seam as I watched his tonsured head shone in the overhead lamp, le opere che si fanno possono essere l'unico sermone alcune persone si sente oggi Francesco d'Assisi said so I read, I take my place in the refectory stand there waiting for grace to begin studying the wooden floor and how the overhead lights shone there, hoc autem qui parce seminat parce et metet et qui seminat in benedictionibus et metet Paul of Tarsus said Dom Joe told me, who sows little reaps little whoever sows much shall reap much I mused, orange bricks browny black in moonlight, bell tolled against evening sky, I walked the cloister wondering why.
A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1968
#youth#monks#1968#abbye
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
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