Me and father Jacinto, beneath the doomed Abbey of Calcares.
It was compieta. We were praying for victory, in the name of the Church. Or, deep inside our hearth, for a quick dead.
Me and father Jacinto, beneath the doomed Abbey of Calcares.
It was compieta. We were praying for victory, in the name of the Church. Or, deep inside our hearth, for a quick dead.
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