Nicodemus Old
Now I laugh to think of professional fishermen who couldn’t fish to save their life without the word.
Do not be surprised when I say that despite his arrogance (like every dusty Cynic claiming to be God) and accusing me of obtuseness which even his followers endured, I say immortal magnet, Jack, joke, sly son he was the glass and the wine.
I remember a man arranged objects on his kitchen table an array of common objects, some used, some useless and the man called it a Curing Table.
He could walk through your door without opening it.
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