Apr 25, 2019
Young and old toiled together, and though teeth did rot, no one was unemployed, given work had once more come to mean daily survival. After the Black Rains, the insects were first to die. Then the fish. There was a stay of execution for six months, when turnips would still grow. In turnips we trust. Then all was barren. Written by Hugh Dichmont
New edit released 21st April 2020