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Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist
Meas Mundus
“I have a gift for you, Wife”. Gnaeus caresses my yellow hair with his gnarled hand. I lean into his touch, and smile into his eyes, the only part of him that has not been ravaged by illness…. Read More
A Ticket to Ride
“Why are all of your past lifetimes so bleak and traumatic?” asks my American Husband. Yes he has a point. I suppose that when a person is looking to explore past lives to effect any kind of healing… Read More
Twenty Two
Door knocks. It is Sonja. She has brought my evening meal. I finish rubbing oil into the barrel of my FN 1910 and put it into the drawer of the side table. I wipe excess grease on my… Read More
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