by Andrew Buford
They removed the massive stone seal from the hole, and they stared into that strange pit they found in the cavern. It was pitch black, with no discernable bottom. Like hands from the past, apprehension grabbed them all. Their hearts raced wildly. They say genetic memory doesn’t exist, but why could they remember that fear?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
The Memories of Our Fathers
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