Stylish Prose

 “We prayed at school every morning, bowing our heads on our desks and saying the Our Father, and I can still smell the varnish, and see the round circle of moisture left by my mouth on the varnish as I bent close to the desk.”  Dorothy Day, The Long Loneliness

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