What a contrast - once I’m in the grotto
where we work, I join an iceberg, turning
blue and putting on layers of clothing to
face the exciting temperature of 17 degrees
C today, with black top and blanket I’ve
turned into an old woman in a rocking
chair, it’s enough to drive any sane person
to despair, and I was not all that sane to
begin with, gone is the summer fairy feeling
and in its place just a dwarf… the only link
with reality is the nun’s beautiful voice in
my book, describing faith in miracles in
the most delightful terms…
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