Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Moorings at Bergenshalvoyen We are up the coast briskly, by the sail alone. At Bergenshalvoyen we take up the oars and follow the river along the peninsula to the rocky beach section of the harbor. My personal things, deerskins, and now my new shirt are folded next to the footContinue reading “#67.12, Thursday April 24, 2025”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 