Holy Buddies –

Civilians, the monks lived for sleep in drab rooms, lay in beds, eyes fixed on dimple ceilings
Outside Town, the vegetables and herbs rotted from a leaf scurvy
Their emails bounced back, and the village library was sending out reminders for Holy books sold for money

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