For the Monk this was a bizarre concept. An unexpected challenge. Patience had so far been a prized possession; a natural talent that uniquely made him, him.
Yet, out of the blue, here he was - struggling with impulse and an agitation to quickly break free. This was against all that he preached, and for once he was in the shoes of those who often seeked his help. He was crumbling under the notion of this restless.
So he did what he could. He held onto his stagnation. For now.
Yet, out of the blue, here he was - struggling with impulse and an agitation to quickly break free. This was against all that he preached, and for once he was in the shoes of those who often seeked his help. He was crumbling under the notion of this restless.
So he did what he could. He held onto his stagnation. For now.
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