Post #7.13, Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul, probably 462 C.E.          I beg the doctor. “Please let me go alone for my prayers.”          “Lazarus, my boy, you know the dangers of walking alone into the woods.”          “So you think Nantes has its woods filled with robbers wielding dead tree stalks for clubs, waitingContinue reading “Post #7.13, Wednesday, April 29, 2020”