The trees that survived would add a wider ring to its memory, and with frost rings, light rings, and false rings, as well as missing and narrow rings, the flood would be just another ring of a memory in a tree.
What do WE do?
Where do we store all our love or the lack of it?
How do we record our floods and our droughts and our famines... and with you not around, what do I do?"
Oh, wow, that ending is so unexpected, and so good while be so painful. Really well done, Raj.
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