Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne The dark emptiness of grief — She shouts her enticements to my back as I am walking away, inland, maybe, following this river back to its source. She raises her voice, “You’re right. We don’t have any rune for this, and even laying one rune on anotherContinue reading “#67.3, Thursday April 3, 2025”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 