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You can read the monastic typikon (charter) for where Anna Komnene lived in retirement here
archive.orgu/bernadelphia- — 2 days ago

Please don't talk to me
Or touch my hair
Or all those tender things you do
To tell me that you're there
They'll never know
Impatient agonies
We'd wait rewinding tapes.
They skip the instant sound offends their ear
So please, "be kind"
And sit with me through every song
And wait for ours to come around again
In silence by the pair
It's you who fills the corners of my mind
Possessor and obsessor
Whose shade, cast over every thought,
Is shelter
Today begins my garlic summer
Tzatziki dip on pita chips
When "Go away" gets disregarded
They'll heed that breath that passed my lips!