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)

"The Pressure of the Moment," by Dara Wier

The pressure of the moment can cause someone to kill
  someone or something

The leniency of consideration might treat with more
  kindness

Which is to be desired. Or at least often to be desired.

But if my house is on fire and you notice, I wish you would
  kill

That fire. But if my hair is on fire, while I'm sure
  you'll be enjoying

The spectacle of it, act quickly or don't act at all. But
  if a sudden

Jarring of us all out of existence is eminent, do
  something.

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