Waking to the damp and wretched stench was a daily effort for me. Luckily a warm cup of goats milk was awaiting like a smiling sun to my awakening. And it was considering no light peered through the windowless longhouse that belonged to the family. The slaves were already up doing the daily work when I dawned my biege linen tunic. It was a mild day in Fyrkat, sun trying to peek through the cloudy blanket that covered the sky. Today was to be a day of fishing and hunting. But my mind rambled elswhere, for today, if time premitted, was my first day of runic studying.
About Me
- Jonathan Kimbell
- Smiling even through the toughest of times is my biggest life goal. I work toward this goal through friends, family, and most importantly music!
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