Post #7.1, Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age in Gaul It seems it isn’t death because death doesn’t have touch or taste or an ache in the head. Perhaps this dark is night or maybe I seem to have forgotten how to open my eyes… or move… or make a sound to call for … I’ve forgotten whoContinue reading “Post #7.1, Wednesday, April 1, 2020”