Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest As I hang my bow with the others the first breeze of early spring turns the winter drear to mist; so now behind us in the eastern sky is the great bow across the heavens. First it seems a vision, with pale, surreal shades of tenderContinue reading “Post #29.6, Thurs., February 10, 2022”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 