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Spells and formulas

I promise improvement, and I ask you Father for teaching, penance, and absolution*.

It’s a part of a formulaic text of Catholic confession. It came up in my mind, as I walked to buy warm socks.

Most of what’s in my head is filed as spells and formulas. Carrot cake, rules of phone politeness, binomial probability — all very handy — but church spells?

Perhaps it’s the autumn coldness and dumpness that shook them out from the depth of the archive.

What do I shake to bring back all the dinosaur names I used to know, huh?

Free translation from Polish.

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