Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil Ana and the children will be home from church soon, expecting we will be home too. But our long walk is punctuated with one childish plea after another — random arguments — tossed at me like unbaited fishhooks hopelessly cast onto the sea. I remain silent. I’ve no reason toContinue reading “43.6, Thurs., April 13, 2023”
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