Historical Setting: An unknown time in a cold land Dawn edges between the board slates of this shelter. It is a rosy red streaked morning and foreboding of a stormy winter’s day. I don’t know what I will do with this freedom I’ve gained by loosening the chain. I’m tired and starving andContinue reading “#63.5, Weds., Dec. 11, 2024”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 