Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Serf’s farms at Metz Will and I walk back to his hut even through the last of the rain. The tragedy he feared isn’t that the oats bend over. Here, the deluge has poured through the roof of the little house of reeds, and washed away the mudbrick sides andContinue reading “#58.5, Wednesday, July 9, 2024”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 