_A river dreamt, and a river was._

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_Pure water ran calmly through the life it nurtured, stroking apon the busy fish about, until the smoothest rocks it beheld._

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_The river was envied amongst the ponds, amongst the puddles and the pools._

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_But this little river was not thirsty today._

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_So it gave until the ponds turned to rivers, until the puddles turned to ponds, and the pools turned to wells._

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_It gave until it wanted back._

_But received none._

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_The once glistening lake still shines below the same sun, but this time, the sun is no friend._

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_Because where there was once softness, now all had turned to stone._

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