Historical setting: 589 C.E. In the Vosges Mountains At this waking I see the contents of my travel bag spread out on the ground and Anatase’s sickle is missing. Brother Crathias is still here, and I am lying on my back on a fleece with only my ankles tied now. “Good morning, Pirate.Continue reading “Post #30.4, Tuesday, March 8, 2022”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 