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St Oswald's Priory

 

628

She called, horizontal laid,
Under steady sheets of rain,
‘Rest here’ she said, while tendrils of wet hair clung to her forehead,
‘Replenish your soul’
Through open pores,
Pours three quarters of our existence
The harvest of water begins, to gather all we have lost.

— Ruth Truscott