One hour ago particular where the sun passes through the stained glasses projecting on the ground of the cathedral a luminous spot. It lengthens on the ground, on the chairs, the stalls of the monks, extending his body, its arms in a white gleam. It remains little. A cloud, the shade of a pillar often come to extinguish it. Each day, it returns unrelentingly.
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