Daily Archives: September 22, 2018

Amoeba’s Lorica: Me-Ning

The old white sage, grizzled and frizzled in his gray hooded robe, sat cross-legged in front of the mouth of his cave, high above the treeline in the mountains, looking every bit like the stereotypical old white sage sitting cross-legged … Continue reading

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