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Post by Cearnach » Thu May 28, 2020 12:28 am

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This dark-paneled, book-choked space is the office of the Abbot of Westminster, official lord of Westminster Town, holding the demesne as Ecclesiastical land directly from the King. All business related to the estate is conducted here, and those wishing to meet with the abbot will find him here as well.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
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