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Dei in nobis, 5am bell from cloister woke from slumbers to dim light of dawn's kiss, Dom James said he missed his cigarettes and would roll up a leaf and pretend to no real end,   the cloister garth haunting in 5.30am light as I walked by the low wall seeing the dark green and first birdsong, she slid my finger upon her valley of Eve and said this could be yours if you wish and I wished, for at all times we must so serve Him with the good things He has given us that he may not Benedict said, the peasant French monk pondered the tall grass needing the cut from his scythe   and spat on his palms and rubbed together, senza Dio non siamo nulla the Italian monk said lighting the candles in the church before Mass, I watched the dawn light above the bell tower like an angel spreading bright wings, take me from the rear she said enter me with passion before my husband's return, Dom Joe(dear Bunny) spoke of God's mercy in his soft tones his rubbery lips projecting the words with a gentle finality, Gottes Liebe ist unermesslich the Austrian monk said as he helped me pick apples from the abbey orchard before the office of None, good people need not laws to inform them to act responsibly while bad people seek a way around the laws Gareth said quoting Plato as we sat on the beach by the abbey grounds after lunch, I closed the large Latin breviary with a slow slam and dust erupted in the air, dawn's bright light over the cloister wall, bells tolled from the abbey pulled by George and me echoing outward like ripples from the stone cast into the nearby sea.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
GOD IN US MCMLXXI
Dei in nobis, 5am bell from cloister woke from slumbers to dim light of dawn's kiss, Dom James said he missed his cigarettes and would roll up a leaf and pretend to no real end,   the cloister garth haunting in 5.30am light as I walked by the low wall seeing the dark green and first birdsong, she slid my finger upon her valley of Eve and said this could be yours if you wish and I wished, for at all times we must so serve Him with the good things He has given us that he may not Benedict said, the peasant French monk pondered the tall grass needing the cut from his scythe   and spat on his palms and rubbed together, senza Dio non siamo nulla the Italian monk said lighting the candles in the church before Mass, I watched the dawn light above the bell tower like an angel spreading bright wings, take me from the rear she said enter me with passion before my husband's return, Dom Joe(dear Bunny) spoke of God's mercy in his soft tones his rubbery lips projecting the words with a gentle finality, Gottes Liebe ist unermesslich the Austrian monk said as he helped me pick apples from the abbey orchard before the office of None, good people need not laws to inform them to act responsibly while bad people seek a way around the laws Gareth said quoting Plato as we sat on the beach by the abbey grounds after lunch, I closed the large Latin breviary with a slow slam and dust erupted in the air, dawn's bright light over the cloister wall, bells tolled from the abbey pulled by George and me echoing outward like ripples from the stone cast into the nearby sea.
A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY HAUNTED BY A WOMAN IN 1971
TerryCollett
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
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