You know the way a log breaks up in a river on its way to the ocean, after it’s lived its life as a tree and it either fell because of old age and it was too tired to stand up anymore, or a bug got into it and ate it out from the inside, or it was cut, sawed down from the roots, and when it finds itself in the water, it tries to hold its shape for a while, sometimes an awfully long time, until it releases limbs and finally its core softens and breaks down into pieces worn away past anything recognizable or that could be put together again, and the rest of it becomes part of the water that carries it? That’s what happened.

Still, water is full of life.

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