The Collar

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You cant roll a smoke in this kind of cold. The hands feel fine until you try moving them. It’s like watching a stranger’s hands working the paper, trying to will them to do what you want. It’s futile.

An old priest came over and told me he won a diving contest here back in ’56. Then it was off to the monastery with him.

 

 

 

 

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