Conditional Reality

When the snow and ice melted, the river rose. It submerged houses, upended cars, and displaced creatures. Some of us moved up into the hills to wait for the water to recede. When the land reappeared below us, it was soggy and strewn with debris. Our caves, however, were warm, dry, and cozy. Most of us returned to the land to rebuild. A few of us remained in our caves. We have been here for years. Sometimes we look down at where we used to live. We savor the melancholy of seeing our past spread out like an old dream.

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