Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne I am a man with no wealth no trunk or coin, or even a shirt to keep in the trunk that I don’t have. I make myself a rower’s seat — something like a milking stool — a driftwood plank propped with a single vertical cut of a log. Continue reading “#67.5, Wednesday, April 9, 2025”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 