the shelters were full surely that is why I found her in the alley
she was as old and white as time... probably three score, at most, though curled up like a babe in the womb
her eyes were yet open: what had she seen last, what had her last supper been?
and where were the disciples with bread and wine, with body and blood while she froze on the hard earth?
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