I once lived at a monastery. It was in the Orkney Islands of Scotland, just south of the Arctic Circle. I can still smell the salt of the North Atlantic at three o'clock in the morning, when I would wake up for morning Mass. There was a hill at the mouth of the path leading down to the cells where the monks and I slept. The island was no more
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