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I remember walking home late one evening.

It was very late.

I just locked off the domus.

It had a late dance.

And I heard chanting in the distance.

And it gradually seemed to get a little louder.

It's more like a sort of murmuring, which seemed to come from the bottom part of this lane here, oddly enough, where we are now,

and as if it was coming from the abbey there.

Oh yeah.

It was a wonderful feeling of peace.

It seemed to take away all my tiredness after a long day.

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