I remember Carmel, and the word spoken over him after Naboth: in the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth, dogs shall lick thy blood, even thine. A harness, a disguise, a random arrow
A certain man drew a bow at a venture. No aim. No name. Just an arrow, and me between the joints of the harness.
I was disguised. It did not matter.
You cannot dress your way out of a word
15 Oct 2026, 23:09