Beer is the great unifier as this other Sister relates:
Comment from Nun X (of a secretive order) :
Those Trappists make a mean liquor too. One night, as I sort refuge on my travels through lower Tuscany, cleverly disguised as a monk, in my hour of need, I knocked feverishly at the old wooden peep hole in the Monestry portal. Seeing the state of my poor robes, I was at once escorted to the holy of holies where a poor unfortunate was sprawled in penance on the distillery floor. As I crawled forward I dragged his body out of the way, and came to rest under the dripping tap of an oaken barrel. I was restored to my former self within moments, as a result of the miraculous brew. Herbs gently coaxed from their leafy bowers, and pressed with loving devotion into a liquor of life giving potency. I soon passed out from exhaustion and came to my senses the following day.
I can only raise my eyes in appreciation of this gift as I have been sworn to secrecy as to its location.
Nun X
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