So I never did start on my project last night. As usual, life got in the way. Dinner needed to be cooked, friends required the obligatory hang out, and the sweet sultry song of my bed called me. It was a good evening, a typical evening. Despite the fact that no words were processed, the story still raged and seethed within me.
As I said before, I used to be a history teacher. I used to teach about Rome, and I’ve learned a lot about it over the years. As I sat there making a chocolate pecan pie, I looked to the crushed pecans and solve the various nations that have been crushed by Rome. Torn apart and fragmented, they still came together atop my pie, unified in a singular purpose, much like the barbarians against Rome.
As I placed my pie into the scolding oven, I thought about how…
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