The keeper decided that she needed some fresh air. The air was biting cold, but brilliant and the road was crunchy. It was a little harsh on our feet, so we did not join her. She took a different route, through the park and to the Carmelite Monastery which was warm and oh, so quiet. she said it was still as still could be in the softest, most gentle of senses. It could have been early morning it was so quiet.
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