Post #8.9, Thursday, May 21, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul          The stationed militia sends two guards for the next watch. I probably won’t sleep tonight. My thoughts and hopes are racing in a great cacophony of thanksgivings. My need and Nic’s longing is a beautiful synchronicity beyond my own mind’s ability to unscramble. It is good thisContinue reading “Post #8.9, Thursday, May 21, 2020”

Post #8.2, Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul While I was off in quietude knitting odds and ends of the yarns of memory into some kind of fabric of facts or dreams, the good doctor was visiting the shipyard where the old hull of the dromon is being stitched back to purpose. He is reporting toContinue reading “Post #8.2, Wednesday, May 6, 2020”