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Poem: Sara Beers’ Bread

With fish and loaves Our Blessed Lord the starving masses fed. Miraculously proving Him the Church’s Sovereign Head. Alas! No crust remains whereon our butter we might spread. The nearest we can come today is Sara Beers’ Bread. At Hastings, … Continue reading

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