We aren’t getting through this without a civil war, he wrote, one late October evening, head poking out from the hole he’d dug in the backyard. Stars hung low in the sky that night, big and bright. Prepare your mind, body, and spirit. He sat, breathing.
beyond the known world
beyond the known world
beyond the known world
We aren’t getting through this without a civil war, he wrote, one late October evening, head poking out from the hole he’d dug in the backyard. Stars hung low in the sky that night, big and bright. Prepare your mind, body, and spirit. He sat, breathing.