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)

“I Cried”


Why say, “I cried” when you can say, “but when the strain of dulcet symphony express’d for me their soft compassion, more than could the words, “Virgin! why so consumest him?” then, the ice Congeal’d about my bosom, turn’d itself To spirit and water; and with anguish forth Gush’d, through the lips and eyelids, from the heart.”

— Dante (1265 - 1321), Canto 30 of “Purgatory, The Divine Comedy”. Spend 15 minutes in the Classics!

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