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The black robed monk closed the huge book his voice echoed through the church disturbing dust from rafters, et dixit Dominus ad me, Dom Joe found me in the common room and said I could come the following year so I did and left defeated, parlare con me in tempi bui the Italian monk said that time in the cloister before Vespers, place a finger here she said delve in my silk purse and I did soft as kitten fur, if every little flower wanted to be a large rose spring would lose its loveliness Therese said some place I read, perdu avec à Dieu the French monk said as I was cutting the hedge by the drive leading to the abbey and he passing, she took my pecker in her hand and like a snake charmer charmed, the incense in the air after Mass still there at the office of Sext and I sniffed it in like one hooked, Hugh made from wood a bookshelf for the common room to hold the gifts of books from guests who left, George polished the choir stalls with yellow duster and tinned wood polish and elbow grease, I wanted to lie in the bed in my room(cell) until midday sun but the bell for Matins tolled and I rose at 5am to dawn's dull light, ecce **** and I tried to behold but my eyes saw only shadows on walls and mind caves, Dom James wanted to smoke but didn't but nibble his fingernails and the incense smoke a reminder in the air lingering there.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
LINGERING THERE MCMLXXI.
The black robed monk closed the huge book his voice echoed through the church disturbing dust from rafters, et dixit Dominus ad me, Dom Joe found me in the common room and said I could come the following year so I did and left defeated, parlare con me in tempi bui the Italian monk said that time in the cloister before Vespers, place a finger here she said delve in my silk purse and I did soft as kitten fur, if every little flower wanted to be a large rose spring would lose its loveliness Therese said some place I read, perdu avec à Dieu the French monk said as I was cutting the hedge by the drive leading to the abbey and he passing, she took my pecker in her hand and like a snake charmer charmed, the incense in the air after Mass still there at the office of Sext and I sniffed it in like one hooked, Hugh made from wood a bookshelf for the common room to hold the gifts of books from guests who left, George polished the choir stalls with yellow duster and tinned wood polish and elbow grease, I wanted to lie in the bed in my room(cell) until midday sun but the bell for Matins tolled and I rose at 5am to dawn's dull light, ecce **** and I tried to behold but my eyes saw only shadows on walls and mind caves, Dom James wanted to smoke but didn't but nibble his fingernails and the incense smoke a reminder in the air lingering there.
A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1971 HAUNTED BY A WOMAN
TerryCollett
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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