Every day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of warm orange across the sky, Sister Angelica would find herself drawn to the window of her room at St. Cecilia’s Convent.
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Every day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of warm orange across the sky, Sister Angelica would find herself drawn to the window of her room at St. Cecilia’s Convent.