Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul As the priest walks with me he is pouring out a verbose string of happenstance that allowed four orphans to struggle unknown for a whole winter in a Christian claimed wood. He unwinds a twine of guilt and caring, and also a great tangleContinue reading “Post #9.7, Tuesday, June 16,2020”
Tag Archives: funeral words
Post #9.6, Thursday, June 11, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul The priest continues, “I see your rags and bare feet but I see no children. If you want a crust of bread from me you will have to beg more truthfully.” “Truthfully then, I am not a beggar, I believe I haveContinue reading “Post #9.6, Thursday, June 11, 2020”
Lazarus Ink 