User:Zoinx/Archive 1

The Zoinx Lives in a fallow place longer than it is wide, seeded by oaks that have slurped the watery sludge from the very essence of the place until at long last even they have begun to weaken from their own abundance of thirst. It's a long time since there was new growth, and well, that's supposedly is a good time. We all have good times. We all have bad times. But time will tell, if we will carry on through the marshes sloughs and tidal pools, through the swamplands and estuaries built microbe by microbe into beings and living things.