What He Knew; Or The Learned Astronomer

There’s summer grain in the field for feed Cows lowing in the pasture. A young boy, red cheeked, sprinting, rushes on ever faster. The sun is high the mountains tall the people all so nice. They’re speaking in their native tongue of gossip, gods, and spice. The little village squats beside the ever flowing stream.... Continue Reading →

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