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A Roman Vision

Dorothea, my nun of hope and veiled, a gift of God as she strolls up to the sad. "Are you sad?" she asks and attends a sad reply... "No, Dorothea," the men say, "for you have come, the gift of God to cheer us all and misery won't chance prevail, O Dorothea, veiled and loving one." Nun stoops and kisses hands stretched out, the withered hands of men who sadden at the thought she will be gone. A Roman Vision summoned! I make the nun stay, (as author of the vision), and men are saddened not, for Dorothea stays for all their sun-filled afternoon. 5/17/2020

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