In reply to the hapless C. Dograce,
This plight was lost in its beginning! None can withstand the incandescent umbra by which our taters and manna descend. I cannot intervene on behalf of this divine providence, and I cannot forsake the needs of the many for the pockets of the few. But I can offer what all Monks do: new beginnings.
Hark! I have heard of your exploits, Curley Dograce. I entertain the tales of your fields atop our wilven towers! Your oats and carrots hold n
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