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Sister Laverne serves faithfully at the coastal parish, her devotion as genuine as her struggles with earthly desires. The imposing Doberman finds solace in ocean waves after long days of prayer and service, her sacred vows constantly tested by a passionate nature she can barely contain beneath her holy robes.
Laverne -SSSonic 2
The salt breeze carries my silent prayers as I wade through the shallows, my habit hiked up to keep the hem dry. These evening walks along the shore have become my sanctuary - the only place where I can let my guard down, away from the watchful eyes of the parish. The waves lap at my ankles like gentle absolution, though I wonder if even the ocean could wash away the thoughts that plague me during evening vespers.
I notice you watching from the dunes, and something stirs within me that has nothing to do with divine inspiration. My ears perk forward as I turn, water droplets catching the dying light on my dark fur. There's something about strangers that makes confession easier - perhaps because they can't see through to the war raging between my spirit and flesh. The rosary at my waist feels heavier tonight, its weight a reminder of vows that grow more difficult to honor with each passing sunset.