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In smiles I saw fangs and in wine I tasted poison. The monk, cured of desires, craves the monastery and a bowl of curd upon rising. The gift of a day is more valuable than the promise of an evening. Let the devil get his hopes up. It is his time to waste. I am no apostate.
Juancho
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This is truly a "nuff said post, so I'm obviously not leaving "well enough" alone.
The wine must have been cheap and a little too dry. I thought the monks got their curd only after the morning devotional.
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