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Nun on the run

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Tuesday, June 13 2017

3. There is a tradition where once a year the most fearsome single man is unleashed upon all the single women to find himself a wife. I have the dream knowledge of this, but don’t remember ever seeing it happen. At the moment the dream starts, I’m in what looks like Genovefa’s living room with the other single women, all dressed in white lace Edwardian dresses. We stand in two long lines eyeing each other warily, waiting in trepidation for the white door to open and for the

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Runaway bride

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Monday, February 13 2017

The whole dream was a Danny Boyle’s movie or rather the story that inspired it. It started with a wedding. I saw ‘myself’ in a mirror – a young, short, fragile-looking blonde quite like Kirsten Dunst, surrounded by friends, getting dressed for the ceremony. I wore a pink lace chemise and a very tight simple white silk wedding dress over it. Instead of the veil I had a white hat with pink flowers. I went to sit next to my fiancé at a long table in a rather dark

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Seamstress and cancer patients

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Monday, December 26 2016

   I was having a complete new wardrobe made by a seamstress in Hometown, near Alley street. All the clothes were made of black or dark blue velvet, except for one lace tunic. I couldn't find a hat I liked as all the models that the milliner showed me were extremely weird, like squashed and dented oversized baseball caps. On the way back from the seamstress I saw about a dozen people lying down near the Central Hospital. It had recently been raining and they were sleeping fi

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Monastery in winter and birds in the spring

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Thursday, April 21 2016

I lived in a monastery with lots of other people - monks, nuns and ordinary folks too. Peter was there and we slept in separate beds, side by side, holding hands. The dormitory was huge, with two endless rows of beds. When all the noise died down at sleeptime, I went to him for a cuddle. In the morning Peter was gone; nobody knew where. To distract me from frantic searching, an elderly priest asked me to go for a walk with him to show me how the peasants survive the winter. There was so m

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