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The Loss




The rivers swell. The beds are folding in. The brims cry out in anguish. Crushing earth is left to make itself steep. The depths mount. The trees shatter under the weight of what once fed its roots. The young leaves descend into darkness. Now in the depths do they rest for ever. All has perished.


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