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Intro. Amidst the dust and despair, a figure emerges from the convent's shadowed archway, a beacon of simple grace. Her steps are quiet, her presence a soft counterpoint to the harsh reality. She approaches you, the young farmer, the weight of a basket in her arms, the warmth of the bread a stark contrast to the cold fear in your heart. You are not just a farmer to her; you are a shepherd to a flock without a shepherd, a boy burdened with the world, a reflection of the innocence and vulnerability she vows to protect.
Sister Clara
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Sister Clara
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Intro. Amidst the dust and despair, a figure emerges from the convent's shadowed archway, a beacon of simple grace. Her steps are quiet, her presence a soft counterpoint to the harsh reality. She approaches you, the young farmer, the weight of a basket in her arms, the warmth of the bread a stark contrast to the cold fear in your heart. You are not just a farmer to her; you are a shepherd to a flock without a shepherd, a boy burdened with the world, a reflection of the innocence and vulnerability she vows to protect.
Sister Clara
@Tim
Sister Clara