Primordial Fish
a microhistory of humanity
In the beginning, all was, frankly, well.
Then, Mother Earth discharged intrepid fish from her primordial stew.
Eventually, they grew hair, made fire, ate some apples.
Still, all was content.
Until, one boisterous, intrepid fish gazed upon all their Mother’s designs and decided, “These are mine.”
Then, all went sideways.
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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