Historical Setting, 629 C.E. A near Trier Gaia, this woman, betrothed to Brandell, already knows my odd notions of peace, “Your pacifistic demands are known by everyone.” She tells me. And it doesn’t even seem to bother her that I am laid out as a dead man in a cemetery. She explainsContinue reading “#54.4, Tues., March 12, 2024”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 