The security cameras scanned the great Cathedral, cloister, nave, transept, catacombs and all. Briefly one viewed a seldom seen attic, softly lit by a small unglazed arched window. Gus laid outstretched resting on the cool grey flagstones. Alongside him a long bitted medieval battle axe. The word spread quickly — whispered in hushed tones — Monk to Monk, Nun to Nun, "Gus has arrived … Gus has returned.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
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