Post #12.11, Wednesday, September 23 ’20

Historical setting: 563 C.E., Bragda          Here in these Holy halls where even bishops tip-toe on marble floors to soften the echoes, I have found a quiet place to take a moment to mesh the stories the bishop told with the fragments of memory and now I seem to know too well the things IContinue reading “Post #12.11, Wednesday, September 23 ’20”