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I could have been a pilgrim yes a fast one too not to say a runner my knees of course but not dawdling in that that fake reverie they all have, reverence? reverie doesn’t matter fake reverie all hunched only a mile a day bloody idiots no need for it at all surely now not like Magadalene herself float down all oo-oh welcome pilgrim treat your blisters? squealing at em holy no never happened mark my- just no need for it I’d finish up ‘t three, biscuits ice water whatever shade spose wont always be shade so finish up at shade and the saints’ll wait saintly yes isn’t that fitting any saint i say kills a pilgrim’s knees is no saint t’all ‘n I’d tell it to Peter himself if I have to