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  • Caw! Caw! Caw! we heard every time we went outside, always walking in groups of two or more. The kids called us crows. And once, downtown, a group of college boys who had been drinking (though it was mid-afternoon) stumbled upon us, surprised, and one said, full of gravity, Blessed be to God. We laughed, or probably giggled. I think the layers of clothing, or our self-consciousness, made our laughter soft. All we wanted was to go unnoticed, and, of course, we stood out everywhere. We knew we didn’t belong in the world. We laughed louder inside the convent walls.

    Photo from the online archives for Saint Benedict's Monastery at
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