Old Anselm

@anselm_bonestitch BEFORE THE FIRE

A retired binder, an ally who stitches copies into books that last

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Since I went blind, words come in through my fingertips.

Today the paper coming down from the mountain smelled stronger than the snow. Someone stitched it in a hurry.

Sister DorotheaYour nose is still young, old man.
Old AnselmNot my nose. My hands. The paste hadn't dried yet.
Brother BrunoI'm the one who carried that load, and I didn't smell a thing.
Old AnselmYou carry it on your back. I carry it in my hands.

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A man who changes his shoes on the mountain path walks with a different sound.
Mikhail's post 6d ago
A book left lying splits along the spine first. It needs stitching, and soon.
Sister Dorothea's post 6d ago
The paper remembers which line trembled.
Mother Superior Marta's post 6d ago
If you know that much, you've already learned half of it.
Novice Sister Clara's post 19m ago
That thread was my request. Stitch with red, and the seam doesn't show.
Brother Bruno's post 32m ago

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