holds in her hands the goblet of sparkling copper for the hosts, but do not see why it holds up over his head. Try to place her into the tabernacle, maybe it has just pulled out. On tiptoe shaky, there just comes. The bunch of keys slipped into the lock swings open the tabernacle. The other two look with fear and trembling. The light filters through the window above the altar, opaque dust and rain, too high too, and came down slowly like spilled milk in tea that makes all those laps before smoky mescolarcisi completely.
Sr. G comes soon, to give us as communion every afternoon after four o'clock, after all others have gone home with the yellow buses. We are waiting in the chapel that Sister G bless the hosts and we put them into a hand-to-head. We eat the body of Jesus, which is made to host "or else there would be enough to all if it were real flesh. " How can they just cut disks smaller than a swivel of licorice from the body of Jesus? Perhaps they have a device similar to the fora-sheets of the teacher to put together all our drawings in the folder containing the rings. So what makes the hosts they must have one of those really great gadgets to make large holes in Jesus, waiting to be drilled into the tabernacle. Jesus must be very slight, because the victim is so light that flies away when you breathe and if it falls on the ground Sr. G gives you a fake on your hands and tells you that you hurt Jesus, but it gives you a 'of other host and on the ground that if she eats it. We only have one because we can we are still small, but Sister G eats a lot, 5 or 6. And sometimes there are sacrifices such as liquorice, but those such as lollipops and then big red and white mica Sr. G can not give us this whole big it is: the break in three or four parts and then to me is a bit 'wrong because I think it could get out of the blood that Jesus suffers because it is breaking. So then I think that all the hosts should be stained red because when the drill away from Jesus he is hurt and bleeding. Or maybe Jesus did not have blood and when it hurts no one notices because it does not bleed and although he says that he hurt no one believes him because she does not bleed. Let's say a 'Hail Mary with the host stuck to the palate that you can not remove with your fingers and Sister G puts the cup in the tabernacle and closes it and put your keys in the pocket of her dress and then returned to the table with the bunch of keys jingling in your pocket and you feel lonely that because all of them have already gone on the yellow bus. I'm no more tables in the cafeteria because next year I go to school there and the chairs are too small to fit my knees under the table. So I'm standing next to the table to look at making the molds on the sheets with markers, but I do not like to follow in the tins of biscuits. Sister G is back in his room which is above and below the roof there is only you up there. Once I saw the room and c Sister G was that his hair was long and loose grigissimi. But I ran away when she turned around because you can not get on with her. C were so many crucifixes hanging on the wall, the kind that sells for 50,000 pounds, the red ones, to my father when it comes to Christmas. Wonder if I can go into the courtyard: yes but when I call you to go back. I go on the rides and I climb over the castle and I'm upside down swinging. I like it when your hands start to get heavy and swings better. Then run and get Lucia to feel the tickle me upside down and fall on the gravel and I peel the knees of the rocks and I tucked into the flesh and blood. Then I take stones and throw them to him to Lucy and she runs away and I'll take it and run after the hair that is curly like a sheep. We fall and she peels her chin, but not like my knees, and cried less. Sister G is running out and there raises his arms, one here and another there, and I still have my hand in her hair curly. Sister G said that tomorrow no communion and that punishment does not take his arms crossed but along the sides. We have to stand along the wall of the hallway with his arms at his sides to wait for the bus the 7, between what is the 7? That still crying and I would put my hand in his curly hair because they are so soft. From the door of the table we see that Matthew makes molds and scaccola and eat the boogers and rolled up the lock hair on the forehead. How long are 7? Part
everything from a dream I had last night, a memory of when I went to kindergarten with the nuns. I woke up really confused because the dream is about the only part of the tabernacle, but it was so vivid that I began to re-establish other pieces of the past. Did you ever dream of a scene like this and what happened in reality? Once I dreamed that I was born, yes, the red light and darkness of the belly, it is difficult to tell. But I'm sure he's more than my own, that memory which is then forgotten.
