Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

What you understand

"You don't have to understand all about the Bible in order to accept it. You don't have to understand the digestive processes before you eat a meal. You don't have to understand everything about electricity before you switch on your lights or send a telegram. Must you know all about a trolley car in order to pay a nickel and take a ride? Can you explain how a black cow eats green grass and gives white milk to make yellow butter? No!"

- Billy Sunday

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