Historical Setting, unknown Waking in a tiny shelter made with one deer hide folded this wolf companion, I call Little Brother, is still here and he has chewed our water skin to pieces. It’s just the kind of thing an adolescent wolf would do. He has no imagination for any future need we wouldContinue reading “#62.10, Tuesday, Nov. 26, 2024”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 