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Knelt down weeded the flower bed in the cloister garth, orange brick walls waist high shadows in the cloister where the sun could not touch, intrantes autem in domum Dei so I did that first time in 68, smell of baked bread and incense and aged brick and sight of cloisters in moonlight, Domine da mihi castitatem et nondum Augustine said I thought likewise but never said, she cupped me with her soft fingers and tongued me in her dark room, Hugh thin faced grim featured eyed the breviary chanted the Latin text beside me I copied best I could, partecipare alla vita di Dio the Italian monk said as we mended broken fences by the far grounds, George read the day's text in practice must be clever Dom James said clear as a bell's tone, Twice armed if we fight with faith Gareth said in Greek quoting Plato twice armed fighting with faith or suchlike he added seeing my incomprehension, have me she said in whisper soft breath whiskey soaked, rope between hands rough against skin bell pulled as bell tolled vibrated loud in ear's fold and hold.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
BELL AND EAR MCMLXXI.
Knelt down weeded the flower bed in the cloister garth, orange brick walls waist high shadows in the cloister where the sun could not touch, intrantes autem in domum Dei so I did that first time in 68, smell of baked bread and incense and aged brick and sight of cloisters in moonlight, Domine da mihi castitatem et nondum Augustine said I thought likewise but never said, she cupped me with her soft fingers and tongued me in her dark room, Hugh thin faced grim featured eyed the breviary chanted the Latin text beside me I copied best I could, partecipare alla vita di Dio the Italian monk said as we mended broken fences by the far grounds, George read the day's text in practice must be clever Dom James said clear as a bell's tone, Twice armed if we fight with faith Gareth said in Greek quoting Plato twice armed fighting with faith or suchlike he added seeing my incomprehension, have me she said in whisper soft breath whiskey soaked, rope between hands rough against skin bell pulled as bell tolled vibrated loud in ear's fold and hold.
A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1971 HAUNTED BY A WOMAN.
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TerryCollett
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
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