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I went for an early morning shower thinking the bell in the abbey clock tower had struck four but after the shower it tolled again four times and I had got up too early and so went back to bed until five, tempus et tempus, the French monk weeded the beds in the garden his broad back bent almost in two I spoke but he looked at me with his peasant eyes and smiled, take me from the rear she said so I did and she said her husband didn't understand neither did I, man is justified by faith without the deeds of the law said saint Paul I read it in that Bible I'd bought in my home town, bell tower so tall and we rang the bells to learn the way it was done release the ropes or you'll go to the top Dom James said smiling, amare Dio ed essere salvati the Italian monk said as we worked in the sacristy before Sext and lunch, the reader in the refectory read about ****** Mary he read in a monotone voice his voice alone in the air and we just sat there, the higher one is placed the more humbly one should walk Gareth said quoting Cicero, Dieu voit dans le cœur the French monk told me he was old and came over from a French abbey in exile, we made love as she wanted to be loved her husband was on a long trip with his lorry and wouldn't be back until late, loqui ad vos Deus scit a monk said and George who Latin told me what he had said while waiting for Vespers to begin, the huge table napkins we wore during mealtimes could have covered a bed which made George smile as we tucked them around our necks, fühlen Gott hier a German monk said pointing to his chest then to his tonsured head, that old monk Dom James told us whom we helped last week is no more he is dead.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
HE IS DEAD MCMLXXI
I went for an early morning shower thinking the bell in the abbey clock tower had struck four but after the shower it tolled again four times and I had got up too early and so went back to bed until five, tempus et tempus, the French monk weeded the beds in the garden his broad back bent almost in two I spoke but he looked at me with his peasant eyes and smiled, take me from the rear she said so I did and she said her husband didn't understand neither did I, man is justified by faith without the deeds of the law said saint Paul I read it in that Bible I'd bought in my home town, bell tower so tall and we rang the bells to learn the way it was done release the ropes or you'll go to the top Dom James said smiling, amare Dio ed essere salvati the Italian monk said as we worked in the sacristy before Sext and lunch, the reader in the refectory read about ****** Mary he read in a monotone voice his voice alone in the air and we just sat there, the higher one is placed the more humbly one should walk Gareth said quoting Cicero, Dieu voit dans le cœur the French monk told me he was old and came over from a French abbey in exile, we made love as she wanted to be loved her husband was on a long trip with his lorry and wouldn't be back until late, loqui ad vos Deus scit a monk said and George who Latin told me what he had said while waiting for Vespers to begin, the huge table napkins we wore during mealtimes could have covered a bed which made George smile as we tucked them around our necks, fühlen Gott hier a German monk said pointing to his chest then to his tonsured head, that old monk Dom James told us whom we helped last week is no more he is dead.
A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1971 HUNTED BY A WOMAN
TerryCollett
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
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