The quiet ponds scummed over now and full of algae, and one gets then feeling that anything can happen in such waters, any kind of life arise from them.  Here, in the dead heat of lot summer, is  the marshy margin and primordial ooze, and he who approaches it might be walking backward in time toward remote beginnings.

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