“Kids! Kids! Gather round! Hey Georgie put that damn thing down and get over here. Your Pappy’s got something to say!” blurted a wizened old man with clefts so deep the Grand Canyon seems young. Well that’s overstating it a bit don’t you think? Let’s just say he’s old. An old fart.
Speaking of smells. Let’s get back to that story. Where the hell was I? My faculties are slipping of late. Is it my age? Oh smells. Damn. The smell of the sea. That is what drove the Byzantines to the sea. The fresh salt breeze of the crashing waves. That and the forests. The lush green trees dripping with moss and lichens.
These are the trees that will allow these Byzantines the ability to sail the seas…
Speaking of smells. Let’s get back to that story. Where the hell was I? My faculties are slipping of late. Is it my age? Oh smells. Damn. The smell of the sea. That is what drove the Byzantines to the sea. The fresh salt breeze of the crashing waves. That and the forests. The lush green trees dripping with moss and lichens.
These are the trees that will allow these Byzantines the ability to sail the seas…
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