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Quid est amor? the monk read on but I looked at his greying tonsured head how the sun made it shine. Dio e uomo the Italian monk said un po 'meno degli angeli and what is man that God should care for him? Gareth said in his neat Italian. Sunlight on the orange brickwork of the abbey in the afternoon and I helping to pick apples in the abbey orchard doing as shown by Dom Charles. Dieu a tant aimé le monde the French monk said to me as I helped him in the side chapel to arrange things for the Mass qu'il a donné son fils. La peine pour le péché est en effet nécessaire mais ce ne devrait pas être une préoccupation sans fin Gareth said quoting St Bernard. She lay there on her bed spread like an opening flower and I she said to plough her field. The French monk quoted Plato les hommes sages parlent parce qu'ils ont quelque chose à dire les fous parce qu'ils doivent dire quelque chose. What is love? she said kissing me all over in her bed the answer rattled like a pea in a pod around my head.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
QUID EST AMOR.
Quid est amor? the monk read on but I looked at his greying tonsured head how the sun made it shine. Dio e uomo the Italian monk said un po 'meno degli angeli and what is man that God should care for him? Gareth said in his neat Italian. Sunlight on the orange brickwork of the abbey in the afternoon and I helping to pick apples in the abbey orchard doing as shown by Dom Charles. Dieu a tant aimé le monde the French monk said to me as I helped him in the side chapel to arrange things for the Mass qu'il a donné son fils. La peine pour le péché est en effet nécessaire mais ce ne devrait pas être une préoccupation sans fin Gareth said quoting St Bernard. She lay there on her bed spread like an opening flower and I she said to plough her field. The French monk quoted Plato les hommes sages parlent parce qu'ils ont quelque chose à dire les fous parce qu'ils doivent dire quelque chose. What is love? she said kissing me all over in her bed the answer rattled like a pea in a pod around my head.
A YOUNG IN AN ABBEY HAUNTED BY A WOMAN IN 1971
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
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