Dairy On Communion To The Sick

6 August, 2020So, I stared down at the golden pyx balanced on the bleached-white linen, the corporal, partly avoiding the gazes of the late risers, partly watching my steps on the dusty bumpy untarred pedestrian side of the road, then I saw the clearly capitalised inscription, SHIP (without the letter ‘P’), which reminded me ofContinue reading “Dairy On Communion To The Sick”

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