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Based in part on Holy Writ
A sower went forth to sow.
Beneath the head covering, a sandy-colored cowl which shielded him from the sun, his face was noble, his features fine.
He looked a little different than any other person who had ever lived, or who would come after.
His feet were bare, his sandals dusty and worn, his clothing loose fitting, as at times the heat of the day became oppressive.
The bag which held seed had a strap which went over a shoulder.
Over his other shoulder he wore a leather flask of water, from which he took a drink every so often and which he would replenish with water from a not too distant well.
From a distance, he could easily be mistaken for any number of similar nondescript people who worked the fields and tilled the earth. They dotted the landscape. Along with livestock and the birds, they were the only things that moved.
He planted.
Some seed fell in the fertile loam and grew into vegetables. This was not that long after the Fall. Cain was not a gentle person. We do not know why. It seems the seeds of self-destruction lay within him. His boiling point was just below skin’s surface. At one point, he had words with his younger brother, Abel, and violence ensued. Cain lost his…
