605. От своих немощей не скроешься
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M. St. O. n. G.I.H.B.n. p.n.
Sister in the Lord M. Agrippina!
It’s cramped in your cell. No, my dear, you can’t hide from your weaknesses even in a tower, but only in your heart. For God’s sake, I ask you: sit in your cell no more, don’t walk around with strangers, sit and be quiet in your own place. When you sour properly, then the bread will be wonderful. Patience will overcome everything. God help me. Peace to you and God's blessing.
May God forgive you, my restless child.
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