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Now I was ahead of the pilgrim pack, In ancient stone Corridors,
the old City,
In narrowed lanes with no escape, and further beyond at the end,
a door
Outside I patted the black dog’s gleaming fur, Perfect connection,
Then admitted,
the great hall,
I couldn’t wait
to also sit with friend.
Cathedral inner space, choir songs
off high sides and high ceilings,
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