I lay half-dozing in my little room, dreaming again, a disturbing recollection of the sea. I remembered the first time I crossed the Atlantic on a contract bound for the Virginia colony as an indentured maidservant, where so many had died in that stinking hold. I also dreamt of the much more recent, second long […]

Posted on February 27th, 2009 by Zsallia
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I came into this world fully formed, yet blank and senseless. It matters not a bit what I may have been before that point in time for it clearly had no effect upon what I became. I spent centuries wallowing in what I can only describe as a semi-sentient state of existence, never questioning or […]

Posted on February 16th, 2009 by Zsallia
Filed under: Immortality, The Past | Comments Off on There are no easy answers