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And then there was nothing else to say anymore.
The silence widened like a river fed by spring runoff, cold and bitter.
Woods grew on either side. One thick and impenetrable, with connivers
and conspirators, lies and threats, the other, sparse with saplings,
scattered birds migrating, a marsh of hopelessness. The smell of something in ashes.
The travelled routes had begun to disappear and there were no maps for
this new country.
She formed an apology and tried to reach him, but it fell and sank like a rock in the middle of the river. He turned and walked away.

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