Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Oh, so adorable. I love these little vignettes of the novices. And of Old Ollie.
This one gave me a smile on a grey (non-stormy) afternoon.
and i'm there, seeing it all. nice. (mine slept with the light on, after speculating that monsters might've tracked old glow-in-the-dark paint globs to new spots on the closet carpet)
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.