The river took her years ago, yet she still lives. She gradually drowns in the life-giving water she craved before her roots betrayed her, plunging her into the cold, slow currents to drift aimlessly as she slowly dies. Her peers stand resolute in quiet dismay as she parades their inevitable fate before them. She beckons to you from the placid waters. If only a kind stranger would help her back to the shore, she seems to imply, then perhaps she could begin her life anew. Her grasp proves unrelenting, however, and the mud where she languishes is thick and deep. For a little while, at least, she does not drown alone.

     

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