That always-interesting commentator, Josephus Muris Saliensis, has requested a new post to greet him, rather than those kaftaned ladies. I quite understand. They were beginning to make me queasy, too. I couldn't think of anything to blog about, so I just looked for a nice picture.
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DEAR Father, AND in colour! and it's not even Christmas yet! After the Consistory it's mince pies and brandy butter with everything.
In plateis, sicut cinnamonum, et balsamum aromatizans odorem dedit...
Ah, Father, that's better. Those ladies were a bit scary.
So good to have something up to date: that young Marini pushing ever further onwards and forwards.
Do remember Father there must be some liberals out there, be kind to them. It is very cold outside.
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