The heart is currently dead. Or dying. I don’t think it can make up its mind. Anyway. It was recently hit by a catastrophic nuclear event (me) that was trying to clean up and instead made a mess of things. What you see is what you get, at this point: this paragraph, the following post(s) and the link to jewelry at the top of this page.
The website will expire in September, for those of you who are interested.
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The Executioner’s Final Breath
“You’re a brave man, Mr. Wiggins,” General Garth said, his arms crossed and his great big white mustache frowning. “And I respect you for that. If I did not, I’d not have arranged for you to have the dignity of choosing the way you die.” “Thank you, General,” Wiggins replied with a narrow-lipped smile. He…
The Sword Happened
I think y’all have been waiting too long for this post. I apologize. On the other hand, maybe you forgot all about it and are wondering what a Reflections of Renaissance email is doing in your inbox. Or maybe you’re new here, wondering why a Sword Happened, and are eyeballing that whacky black construct I’m…
The Grand Finale that happens after you think the Grand Finale is over
Anyone seen that Iron Man movie where he dismisses the party and then says that everyone can stay for an afterparty? That’s how I’m feeling right now. He was drunk at the time, for the record. I’m not drunk. Just so we’re clear. I looked into deleting this site, and it says I have to…
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