Spoor of the Bookworm

By Bookworm1962

Puddle

A tiny barren lake system not far from my front door, its carbonic acid waters all but devoid of life, already drying up in the mild summer temperature. In its few hours of existence, to a generation or two of microbes its been their universe.

It's also an emergency blip from someone who has hardly been out of the house today.

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