I cannot be a monk, nor a crusader, nor a tumbler. I must stay here and hem sheets until I die. My humors are greatly out of balance. I prescribe for myself wormwood and spiced wine and some of the cu...
I am commanded to write an account of my days: I am bit by fleas and plagued by family. That is all there is to say.
Fathers should make you feel safe.
Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.
Alyce, she breathed. Alyce sounded clean and smart. You could love someone maned Alyce. She looked back at the face in the water. This is me, Alyce. It was right. So the newly called Alyce shifted the...
19TH DAY OF OCTOBER, Feast of Saint Frideswide, virgin, though why that should make someone a saint I do not know
. . she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.
. . . I cannot escape my life but can only use my determination and courage to make it the best I can.
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