Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Good socks can feel like flexible armor, a vital tool when battling winter.
Also, I like the personification of cracks welcoming the cold.
You need those doubled socks this winter, my friend. What a December!
Gotta love a monk that fights with wool! This made me smile :DHope you are doing well!
Thank God for warm socks! Happy New Year, dear monk.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.