Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix,.... Morwenna.
The ONLY Woman I EVER loved, age 18. How OFT I longed for, like mine, her Viking hair, inter-twined, or the bestiality of her forebears, hapless memories, the sacking of Lindisfarne, the venerable BEDE, tied by Word, tied by a CROSS of belief, like SHE whose eyelashes swipe an adjective with every pen expletive, WHO CRIES louder than GOD....Morwenna!
Now...I have no fear. The Northmen in their Longboats...took her away to be a God.
c2019, davedelacroix.
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