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@@ -1,19 +1,24 @@ Great Lakes Book # Notes +## 2120 -## characters -Quinceañera -A woman plants trees and hemp so that someone of his descendants will be able to build tall ships. +the midwest as the old milkwaukee sense, but then the spanish influence. the southerners coming up, cultural collision. the native tribes still there, still remaining seperate. unbroken lineage for them, they are the keepers of the long history, they will not tell it to just anyone. there is no widespread literacy anymore. no need. + +### The Farmer her great grandaughter: We meet her as she comes out of a lawyer's office in Milwaukee, the cold spring wind is blowing down the street. The lake is still frozen, icy clouds billow in the wind. The snow on the ground is patchy though. She drives out to his land is walking among the young trees and fields cleared for hemp. Oak trees and pigs, he's a pig farmer. Regenerative ag. His farm is growing trees for an ark his descendants will build. Long view. Re-incarnation view. -then far enough that there is no lineage: the man with his two daughters. the wife in the village. +## 2520 +Quinceañera +A woman plants trees and hemp so that someone of his descendants will be able to build tall ships. +then far enough that there is no lineage: the man with his two daughters. the wife in the village. + The cold is less, but the darkness remains. The light is already faded @@ -93,20 +98,20 @@ It was nearly dark when they turned off the last paved road. The cabin was anoth This was what she loved about the winter. The absolute silence and stillness that doesn't end,but slowly drifts through the night and into your sleep. She drank another cup of tea on the porch, staring up at the stars and out at the lake, it's stilled edges still locked in ice. It will be breaking soon she thought. She got up and walked down the hill. It was hard walking on the crusted surface of the snow. She slipped and came crashing down on her thigh. She was half surprised there hadn't been a terrible crack of breaking of bone. She rolled on her side and tensed and relaxed muscles and felt around her leg. There was pain, but not so much that she thought anything was broken. All at once the absurdity of it hit her and she laugh back laughing. When she opened her eyes everything was stars. They seemed so impossible close, bright and sharp, yet cold, clear. She shivered. And then she noticed him. Leaning against the tree. He looked different now, more human, less abstracted. He looked somehow polite even. Like a man waiting patiently for the restroom she thought. She thought she even saw him smile at this thought. Here then? She turned her head to the side and looked over a grove a birches. They were young trees, but well established. She turned her head the other way, down the slope toward the lake. She could see the scrawny trunks from here. Grow she thought as she rolled her head back up to the sky. Grow. Like the stars. So many. So many trees. So many stars. -# The farmer in milwakee. +# The farmer in Milwaukee. -Milwaukee drained her. It always had, but it had become worse as she'd aged. The train ran so seldom just getting there was a hassle hardly worth the effort it seemed. she'd waited a week for a southbound engine with spare cars. Then weather had delayed the trip further, an early snow had iced the tracks and she'd spent an extra day in tk town in the middle of Wisconsin. +Milwaukee drained her. It always had, but it had become worse as she'd aged. She wasn't sure if it was her getting older or the travel getting harder. The train ran so seldom now. She was no long willing to sit in the open boxcars. She's waited nearly a month for a southbound engine with a closed car. Then weather had delayed the trip further, spring rains had soaked the earth and mudslides blocked the tracks. She'd spent an extra day in tk town in the middle of Wisconsin waiting while somewhere up the track work crews shoveled out the mud and all around them storm clouds gathered, threatening to soak the earth again. -That she hadn't minded so much. The quiet cold evening, the lights of the streets flickering in the wind, snowflakes swirling down, it reminded her of a picture she'd found cleaning out her grandmother's house. She discovered it at the bottom of a shoebox full of strange puffy pictures just like it, most faded beyond recognition, but this one she could still make out the image, a night scene, a yellow-white snowy road, snowflakes caught in the glare of the light, an electric light, and a woman she assumed was her grandmother, maybe her great gandmother, probably in her early twenties, stumbling, or running, it was hard to tell, but smiling. +That she hadn't minded so much. The quiet cold evening, the lights of the streets flickering in the wind. It turned cold and few snowflakes came swirling down, it reminded her of a picture she'd found cleaning out her grandmother's house. She discovered it at the bottom of a shoebox full of strange puffy pictures just like it, most faded beyond recognition, but this one she could still make out the image, a night scene, a yellow-white snowy road, snowflakes caught in the glare of the light, an electric light, and a woman she assumed was her grandmother, maybe her great grandmother, probably in her early twenties, stumbling, or running, it was hard to tell, but smiling. She sat for hours in the front room of the boarding house alternately staring out the window and listlessly reading an account of tk town before the wars, when the snow and cold were much greater and everything it seemed, had been better. She kept thinking of that picture. It was probably taken after the wars, but not long. Electricity hadn't lasted much more than a year or two after the last war. Unless his grandmother had lived in a city and not told her. But she'd never mentioned it. And it wasn't like one just moved in and out of cities. Not even back then. Had her grandmother really lived through winters where the temperatures routinely dipped below zero? She'd lived to 94. She talked of the winters in her youth. When winter meant terrible cold. And darkness. The darkness she understood, it still came. And she didn't like the cold she felt around her as a child, couldn't imagine it being another 30, 40 degrees colder. Freezing was far colder than she liked. She'd left at 18. Joined the Lakeland Volunteer Army to get away from the cold. She'd served in the east, part of the humanitarian mission to New York. She'd seen firsthand the horrors of New York. She shuddered at the memory. Milwaukee was bad, but it wasn't as bad as New York. She'd heard some of the bigger cities had stabilized. She wasn't sure she believed it. It was hard to unsee what you've seen. -When she'd been called back to the cold she hadn't actually minded. The Army had not turned out to be what she'd wanted. She'd already decided not to re-enlist when she got the telegram from his mother. And just like that she'd been back in the cold. Surrounded by the trees. Her life had been lived for the trees from then on. She was in service to them the way some were in service to their gods. It was similarly mysterious, myths of the distant past, obligations, ceremonies, rites and passages. She was the priest. she chuckled at the thought. A fellow guest at the inn looked up at her and smiled. She stirred and forced herself to stand, to get the blood moving through her body. She walked over to the fire and added another log. - +When she'd been called back to the cold she hadn't actually minded. The Army had not turned out to be what she'd wanted. She'd already decided not to re-enlist when she got the telegram from his mother. And just like that she'd been back in the cold. Surrounded by the trees. Her life had been lived for the trees from then on. She was in service to them the way some were in service to their gods. It was similarly mysterious, myths of the distant past, obligations, ceremonies, rites and passages. She was the priest. She chuckled at the thought. A fellow guest at the inn looked up at her and smiled. She stirred and forced herself to stand, to get the blood moving through her body. She walked over to the fire and added another log, it was birch,a wood that burned hot, but didn't grow much anymore this far south. Even her home in the north had only remnants of the massive tracts of birch that had once filled these flat lands. +She wakes up the next morning to a light coating of snow, which means no rain, no mud, the train runs the rest of the way in and the scene moves to: The depot was on the edge of town. She stepped off into the cold wind that came off the lake this time of year. There were closed carriages offering to drive her through the checkpoints and into the city without needing to stop, but she marched past them and walked alone across the great expanse of the distancing field. The grass was still frozen, crunching under his boots as she walked. A lifetime serving trees had left her sensitive to the damage one does, just walking through the woods. Not that there was anyway to avoid it, just that one might recognize it and feel, not regret, she did not feel regret, more appreciation. She tried to appreciate where she was in this cycle, that she was the boot, not the grass beneath it and to think always of the grass beneath it and to try to step as lightly as one could. It was the religion of the forest. Step lightly, out of obligation. Out of necessity. Move silent and light lest the prey escape or the predator sense you. @@ -114,7 +119,16 @@ She showed her card at the window and stepped into the room to the left. She rem It was silent. It was always the silence that got to her in the city. There was no one on the street. Few people left their homes. Few could of course, but even animals had left the cities. Birds did not land in them. There was little life at all. Some trees. More down by the river. Some grass, though it was all white now under a thin coating of icy snow. -She checked out a bicycle at the stand and road west, toward the lawyer's office. She followed the map he'd included in his letter, but already streets had been renamed. She took a wrong turn down a new Chavez when what she wanted was old Chavez. She had to retrace her steps back to the river. After an hour of riding, several dead ends, she found the white three story house of the lawyer. She knocked on the fourth door in a row of doors and she head the bolt slide back. She waited the usual minute and then entered. The room was small. white, very white, and lit by several lamps, making it nearly as bright as outside. There was a chair, a narrow table and a window that looked into to the house where she could see the lawyer busy at his desk. +She checked out a bicycle at the stand and road west, toward the lawyer's office. She followed the map he'd included in his letter, but already streets had been renamed. She took a wrong turn down a new Chavez when what she wanted was old Chavez. She had to retrace her steps back to the river. + + +Talk about her in the city. the trains, the horses and bycycles. don't mention that there are no cars, but there are no cars. there's not much electricity. Power during the day in the form of solar energy, but no batteries to store it. Candles and fires. wood burning stoves. + + + + + +After an hour of riding, several dead ends, she found the white three story house of the lawyer. She knocked on the fourth door in a row of doors and she head the bolt slide back. She waited the usual minute and then entered. The room was small. white, very white, and lit by several lamps, making it nearly as bright as outside. There was a chair, a narrow table and a window that looked into to the house where she could see the lawyer busy at his desk. --- @@ -124,22 +138,19 @@ This is how another war starts, the final war in which the cities are burned out -Talk about her in the city. the trains, the horses and bycycles. don't mention that there are no cars, but there are no cars. there's not much electricity. Power during the day in the form of solar energy, but no batteries to store it. Candles and fires. wood burning stoves. - -the midwest as the old milkwaukee sense, but then the spanish influence. the southerners coming up, cultural collision. the native tribes still there, still remaining seperate. unbroken lineage for them, they are the keepers of the long history, they will not tell it to just anyone. there is no widespread literacy anymore. no need. # boat intro The wind was from the North. She sat up. The north. The wind was from the north. "tkname," she yelled into the hatch. "Tell Papa the wind has shifted. Comin' fr'up noth." She laughed imitating the old accent. -The old man was one deck in a beat, vaulting out of the hold with lightness that belied his age. He had no hair, but for some stubble around the back of his head. His skin was a deep brown, whether by nature or by sun was unclear since he had never been out of the sun. He was of medium height, but had a boxer's lithe build and a sprightly manner of walking that came from years striding ships wood decks. "Noth eh?" +The old man was on deck in a beat, vaulting out of the hold with lightness that belied his age. He had no hair, but for some stubble around the back of his head. His skin was a deep brown, whether by nature or by sun was unclear since he had never been out of the sun. He was of medium height, but had a boxer's lithe build and a sprightly manner of walking that came from years striding ships wood decks. "Noth eh?" -She smiled at him. He didn't just imitate the old speech, he had grown up in it and while it had faded, certain words brought it out. He glanced up at the tethers atop the mast. They fluttered lightly, but unmistakably to the south. The wind was indeed out of the north. Well then. Nearly time to head down. He glanced at his daughter, then over at the rocky, pine and oak covered shore. You think there's any blueberries left up in that clearing?" +She smiled at him. He didn't just imitate the old speech, he had grown up in it and while it had faded, certain words brought it out. He glanced up at the tethers atop the mast. They fluttered lightly, but unmistakably to the south. The wind was indeed out of the north. Well then. Nearly time to head down. He glanced at his daughter, then over at the rocky, pine and oak covered shore. "You think there's any blueberries left up in that clearing?" She nodded. -He stretched his arms and swayed about the waist. You think those old bears left us some? Well then, let's go get em. You eaten?" +He stretched his arms and swayed about the waist. "You think those old bears left us some? Well then, where's your sister? Let's go get em. You eaten?" "Had some fish." @@ -147,35 +158,41 @@ He stretched his arms and swayed about the waist. You think those old bears left --- -It was two weeks more before they were ready to head south. Two weeks of skinning, cleaning, and packing the three more boar her father managed to shoot. Then more days stepping on blueberries, crushing the juices into barrels where they would ferment into blueberry wine. She danced with her sister, side by side in barrels, laughing and squashing while the old man played the fiddle at the top of the companionway. Their legs were stained and sticky when they leaped overboard into the icy lake waters, plunging down to the depth where the unsuspecting always drown. That thermal further down that is so abrupt and so cold it makes you inhale sharply, involuntarily drawing water into your lungs before you can stop yourself. The uninitiated are never seen again. The rule on Zepher was that you never went over without full lungs. Breath into the point that you can hold no more and then you can't inhale against your will. You still get damn cold though thought Iza lying in the warmth of the sun on the teak foredeck. +It was half a turn of the moon before they were ready to head south. The days were spent skinning, cleaning, and packing the three more boar her father managed to shoot. Then more days stepping on blueberries, crushing the juices into barrels where they would ferment into blueberry wine. She danced with her sister, side by side in barrels, laughing and squashing while the old man played the fiddle at the top of the companionway. + +Their legs were stained and sticky when they leaped overboard into the icy lake waters, plunging down to the depth where the unsuspecting always drown. That thermal further down that is so abrupt and so cold it makes you inhale sharply, involuntarily drawing water into your lungs before you can stop yourself. The uninitiated are never seen again. The rule on Zepher was that you never went over without full lungs. Breath into the point that you can hold no more and then you can't inhale against your will. You still get damn cold though thought Iza as she lay in the warmth of the sun on the teak foredeck. -Her sister was ashore, gathering hazelnuts from the grove that grew back above the rocky north shore of the cove where they were anchored. He father was below, working on boat projects, getting their aging ship ready to sail across the lake. She watched her sister walking with the heavy basket, unaware her father had come up on deck behind her. +It was Iza's first trip to the northern hunting grounds. An early present from her father who said she really shouldn't go until after her quinces, but he needed the help and she suspected, he hated saying no to her and she'd asked. Maybe even begged. When she was a girl she'd hated when her rather left for the summer hunting camps. She remembered clearly sitting on the dock swinging her legs and looking out after the line of boats fading into the foggy waters of the lake through the murkiness of tears. This year only two other boats had come and neither had anchored here, both headed farther west, to an island rather than risk the northern shore. Fewer people plied the waters the way her father did, she wondered if anyone would next year. Few people wanted to negotiate with the Ojibwe on the north shore. Her father loved the Ojibwe, the only people who really know this place he had said several times during their stay. He'd left her and her sister on the boat by the themselves for two nights while he ranged the shore and a considerable ways inland he'd said, looking for them, but they were not there. They had not seen anyone since they anchored in this cove almost two moons ago. It was the longest Iza had ever gone in her life without seeing another human being besides her family. She was looking forward to getting back to see her mother and brother and tk and tk and tk and all the other faces of the winter village. She had never really thought of it as the winter village until now, that was just what her father called it. But now it did feel that way to her, it was a thing apart from here, there was no need for it in the summer her father said. It is good to roam, to see the world, to find out what's happening over the horizon, he'd told them one even beside the fire they had on shore. They'd slept on the island most of the time, though when there was work on the boat they stayed on the boat. + +She sat up, using an open hatch for a chair back and watched her sister on the shore, gathering hazelnuts from the grove that grew back above the rocky north side of the cove they were anchored in. He father was below, working on boat projects, getting their aging ship ready to sail across the lake again. It was only about a two day sail, if the wind and weather were in their favor, but there was always something to do on the ship. + +She watched her sister walking with the heavy basket, unaware her father had come up on deck behind her. "She's got a few days left if we want them all eh? We should get over there and help her." -Iza sat up. "Aren't this trees planted?" +Iza did not really want to gather hazelnuts. She wanted to swim and lie in the sun until it was too hot and then swim some more, but she knew better than to say that. If she said that she'd be picking hazelnuts until the moment they left. Instead she tried to slip in a question that had been weighing on her for several days now, ever since her father hand talked about "diggers" around the fire. "Papa," she said slowly, "aren't these trees planted?" Her father shrugged. "could be, why?" -"Wouldn't that make us farmers?" +"Well, if they were planted, and you could say we're tending to them, Wouldn't that make us farmers then?" -"Diggers? You're calling us diggers?" There was an edge in his voice that she did not look. +"Diggers? You're calling us diggers?" There was an edge in his voice that she did not like. "No, I'm not saying we're diggers, but aren't be benefiting from past diggers?" -Her father came and sat down on the hatch next to her. "Sure, we're benefiting. I have nothing against diggers Iza. Everyone can do what he feels called to do. Just don't try to make me dig." +Her father came and sat down on deck next to her. "Sure, we're benefiting. I have nothing against diggers doing their work Iza. Everyone should do what he feels called to do. But don't try to make me a digger." -She laughed. "Who would make us do anything? Who could?" +She laughed. "Who would make you do anything? Who could?" -He smiled. "It might seem hard when we're out here. It might. But it can be done." +He smiled. "It might seem hard when we're out here to make us do what we don't want to. It might. But it can be done." She frowned. "Why don't you like to farm?" -Why would I be tied to this bit of land, and then destroy it to grow these plants. <tk god> grows her own plants. I can just eat those. I can hunt, I can fish. I can go where the rice grows, I can go where the rushes are. I can go where the oaks drop their kernals, I can go where the hazelnuts are," he spread his farm out around the cove. "This is the connection between the world between <tk god> and us, to violate this, to try to turn the world to our hands, this is arrogance. This was the unraveling of the last peoples. They did not listen to what the land was telling them, they turned their back on what was offered and they said, no, i can do this better. They were wrong and <tk god> showed them that. +Her father stared off at the water in silence for a moment. "I don't know really, it's not in my nature. I always think, why would I want to be tied to this bit of land? Why would I want to depend on this bit of land and these bits of plant when I can wander through the while land? <tk god> grows her own plants. I can eat those. I can hunt, I can fish. I can go where the rice grows, I can go where the rushes are. I can go where the oaks drop their kernels, I can go where the hazelnuts are," he spread his arm out around the cove. "This is the connection between the world between <tk god> and us, we have to walk through it and observe it, it would be an insult to <tk god> not to. To try to turn the world to our hands, this is arrogance. This was the unraveling of the old peoples. They did not listen to what the land was telling them, they turned their back on what was offered and they said, no, i can do this better. They were wrong and <tk god> showed them that. To change the land is change yourself. Some may feel okay doing it, but it's not something I wish to do. Do you think that about Ma then? She plants. Is she a digger then? -She does not plant." She saw a light of anger in her father's eyes. "She gathers. It is different. It is what we do. We gather. She stays ashore because she does not like boats. She is a person of the earth, but not a digger." +"She does not plant." She saw a light of anger in her father's eyes. "She gathers. It is different. It is what we do. We gather. She stays ashore because she does not like boats, nor does she like to hunt. She is a person of the earth, she has alliances with the animals that prevent her from hunting, but she is not a digger." What are you then? @@ -189,70 +206,67 @@ What am I? What do you mean? -If you are a person of the fire, what am I? +If mother is a person of the earth and you are a person of the fire, what am I? -"Now? You are not a person. You are young. +"Now? You are not a person. You are young." -"My quinces is less than one moon. Already I bleed. I could have young. I am not young Papa, stop saying that." +Her face flashed a sudden heat. She clenched her teeth. "My quinces is less than one moon. Already I bleed. I could have children." She stopped to steal the anger that was rising in her voice. "I am not young Papa, stop saying that." -Your quinces is in a moon. Then you have the ceremony." He nodded. "It is not good to talk of these things too much before hand." +She saw him smiling at her out of the corner of her eye. "Do not be angry at being called young Iza. To be young is a gift you only get once, enjoy it." He paused. "I mean, no one does. I didn't. Now I understand, but there is no way to impart what I understand to you. It is impossible I think. No young person has ever appreciated being young. Perhaps you would not be young anymore if you could. Whatever the case, yes, I know these things. Your quinces is in a moon. Then you have your ceremony." He nodded. "It is not good to talk of these things too much beforehand." -"I just want to know what I am." +"I just want to know what I am to be." -"You will become a person of water." +"You are a person of water." -What is Karrin? +"What is Karrin?" -Also a person of the water. +"Also a person of the water." And X? -X is a person of the air. Like you, he may go awy where, but unlike you he will be welcome. You might not always be welcome to people of the fire. +"X is a person of the air. Like you, he may go anywhere, but unlike you he will be welcome. You might not always be welcome to people of the fire." -Who says we are these things? +"Who says we are these things?" -Who says? +"Who says?" -Yes? +"Yes." -No one. We are these things. +"No one. We are these things." -What if we don't want to be these things? +"What if we don't want to be these things?" -My dear, how could you want to be other than you are? You are water. I am fire. We cannot be otherwise. It is like you are a girl, I am a man. We cannot change these things, there is no reason to resist them. They just are. +"My dear, how could you want to be other than you are? You are water. I am fire. We cannot be otherwise. It is like you are a girl, I am a man. We cannot change these things, there is no reason to resist them. They just are." She said nothing, but stared off into the distance where the blue line of water met the blue line of sky. -Sil sat in a troubled silence. "I think," he said at last, "this is something Fire cannot understand. I will seek council of the Water People on your behalf. See if this is known amoung them. If they can help you resolve thios." - -There is a council of the Water People?" +Sil sat in a troubled silence. "I think," he said at last, "this is something Fire cannot understand. I will seek council of the Water People on your behalf. See if this is known among them. If they can help you resolve thios." -Yes. When you are a few moons older you will go to them and learn what water has to teach. It will help you find your way. Not to spoil it, but the way of Water is to West. +"There is a council of the Water People?" -What is the way of Fire? +"Yes. When you are a few moons older you will go to them and learn what water has to teach. It will help you find your way. Not to spoil it, but the way of Water is to West." -South. +"What is the way of Fire?" -Earth? +"South." -North. +"Earth?" -Air? +"North." -East. +"And Air is East." -Her father shrugged. It is a wheel yes? I do not put too much into this, but maybe that is the nature of fire to see it this way, I do not know. What I know is that someone had to be each direction. I have never felt any pull to the south. If anything I feel a pull to the west. +"Yes," Her father nodded, pleased. It is a wheel, yes? I do not put too much into this, but maybe that is the nature of Fire to see it this way, I do not know. What I know is that each had to have a direction. Maybe there is more to it than this, I don't know. I know have never felt any particular pull to the south. If anything I feel a pull to the west. -Water again. +"Water again." -Hmm? Yes. I suppose you are right. +"Hmm? Ah, yes. You are right." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He did not mention that water also flows downhill, always toward the sea. He did not know all the ceremoney of the Water People, but he'd seen enough of them to know that she would be a leader among them. He was good at sensing these things. I was his place to find them, the leaders. He had not expected to find them so close to himself though. He wondered though at the old teaching, that love grants clarity. What if there were leaders he did not sea simply because he did not know them well enough to love them and therefore not see what was in them, what if he lacked the clarity he had with his own children and that was why he say it now in her, but not in others who might be just as worthy as her. -He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He did not mention that water also flows downhill, always toward the sea. He did not know all the ceremoney of the Water People, but he'd seen enough of them to know that she would be a leader among them. He was good at sensing these things. I was his place to find them, the leaders. He had not expected to find them so close to himself though. He wondered though at the old teaching, that love grants clarity. What if there were leaders he did not sea simply because he did not know them well enough to love them and therefore not see what was in them, what if he lacked the clarity he had with his own children and that was why he say it now in her, but not in others who might be just as worthy as her. -THey are going to the annual winter festival, the gathering of the rice, but also to her cumpleanos her age ceremony when she will be adopted into wider tribes, the people of the water and everywhere she will go the people of the water will welcome her. +THey are going to the annual winter festival, the gathering of the rice, but also to her her age ceremony when she will be adopted into wider tribes, the people of the water and everywhere she will go the people of the water will welcome her. PFOA leads to fertility problems, increased risk of cancer and developmental delays in children. This has happened in the cities, where degeneracy leads eventually to their collapse and then plagues wipe them out. The people of this age do not go near them. The biggest of them are buried under water. only Milwaukee and chicago remain as a wasteland at the southern most terminus of lakeland. Something calls one of the man's children south, he sails them to the shores of abandoned milwaukee. -don't drink the water here. Don't drink until you are well south. Carry this. He handed her two large bladders of water. This is how long you can stay. When this runs out, you have to leave. there is nothing to hunt, nothing alive. animcals avoid the place, the gods of old ruined it, smashed the arrogance of these people. but the arrogance lingers. people go in, and the arrogance infects them and they think they can do what they cannot do. They think they can stay here, drink and eat. And they can of course. Nothing happens right away. But they never have children. the grow old when they are still young. things begins to grow on them, in them, something eats them up from the inside and it is because of this place. +don't drink the water here. Don't drink until you are well south. Carry this. He handed her two large bladders of water. This is how long you can stay. When this runs out, you have to leave. there is nothing to hunt, nothing alive. animcals avoid the place, the gods of old ruined it, smashed the arrogance of these people. but the arrogance lingers. people go in, and the arrogance infects them and they think they can do what they cannot do. They think they can stay here, drink and eat. And they can of course. Nothing happens right away. But they never have children. the grow old when they are still young. things begins to grow on them, in them, something eats them up from the inside and it is because of this place. All these places. This is not the only one. You will see plenty before you reach the south sea. |