Post #18.11, Wednesday, March 24, 2021

Historical setting: Sixth Century Bordeaux          I didn’t notice when August left his family’s house. When I return to the hearthside of the guesthouse he is already here crouching by the fireside, smothered in his wools, not speaking to anyone but perhaps to God.  At least I know he didn’t encounter his brothers. I dishContinue reading “Post #18.11, Wednesday, March 24, 2021”