FUCK. Flood gates destroyed and water comes rushing through a valley healed from the fire. Thrown back to the turbulence of youth and the devastation. Reminded of not being enough, always being second rate and not what is actually wanted. Water saturates the soil, branches drag against rock, rushing, roaring. Did the dam fail? Did it crack or crumble? It will be rebuilt, for there is no other option. For now, we must wait for the flood water to reced, before the damage can be assessed. Three or four days, was that the last time it rained. But how frequently before? How much water has been building while the valley was shadowed by the dam? Do you even want to know the answers?
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