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The old monk was dying one of the original ones from France back in 1907 and I washed and made him comfortable, sunlight through high windows warmth on flagstones in the church monks walking in slow heads down mindful of God, memores Dei I sat in the silent church at midday before the office of Sext stomach rumbling musing on Iesus Christus in the desert hungering, nel famelica del deserto that time in Tangiers avoiding Western food ate their stuff wholesome while others who ate Western crap puked, Hugh stern faced walked the cloisters taking in the way the sole tree in the garth swayed in the wind, déplacé dans le vent I mused on that time walking through a snow storm my body swayed by the wind back in 1965, she opened her legs to me and said make me whole my husband can't or won't so I did, così ** fatto or so thought seeking truth and Gareth said Σωκράτης είναι φίλος μου αλλά ο καλύτερος φίλος μου είναι η αλήθεια quoting Plato truth is my best friend even if Socrates is a friend Plato said Gareth explained, George felt the chill of the cloisters especiality in the evenings waiting for Vespers his hands blue he moving them into fists and undoing so, I watched the moon move across the dark sky and its glow.
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
MOON GLOW MCMLXXI.
The old monk was dying one of the original ones from France back in 1907 and I washed and made him comfortable, sunlight through high windows warmth on flagstones in the church monks walking in slow heads down mindful of God, memores Dei I sat in the silent church at midday before the office of Sext stomach rumbling musing on Iesus Christus in the desert hungering, nel famelica del deserto that time in Tangiers avoiding Western food ate their stuff wholesome while others who ate Western crap puked, Hugh stern faced walked the cloisters taking in the way the sole tree in the garth swayed in the wind, déplacé dans le vent I mused on that time walking through a snow storm my body swayed by the wind back in 1965, she opened her legs to me and said make me whole my husband can't or won't so I did, così ** fatto or so thought seeking truth and Gareth said Σωκράτης είναι φίλος μου αλλά ο καλύτερος φίλος μου είναι η αλήθεια quoting Plato truth is my best friend even if Socrates is a friend Plato said Gareth explained, George felt the chill of the cloisters especiality in the evenings waiting for Vespers his hands blue he moving them into fists and undoing so, I watched the moon move across the dark sky and its glow.
A YOUNG MAN IN AN ABBEY IN 1971
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
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