Historical Setting, unknown This morning, the hides over the entrance are drawn aside for those I heard talking outside. Light spills in. Now I look up into the crossbeams and I see clearly what is hanging on the center support. Here is Greg’s familiar byrnie, rusted and rotted, clumped with soil. It has aContinue reading “#62.2, Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 