MONASTERY IN THE DESERT

 Monastery in the desert.

Cloistered here out in the desert lands the scribes toiling day and night.

Such hot days.

So little light at night.

Living meager.

Just enough food for sustenance.

And water,

Flowing living waters.

They anxious to save the almost lost ones.

These monks venerable each one.

They save the manuscripts.









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