Historical setting: 588 C.E. An autumn wind brushes through the patch of rosemary wafting with the scent of broken stems setting a storm onto our patch of sky then drenching rain. With Eve’s house in ash there is no shelter. We are all, however we grieve, soaking in shared rain. The soft grayContinue reading “Post #25.10, Tues., October 26, 2021”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 