Once there was a great flood and all our memories perished in that, the old man whispered. Now the skies are gearing up for another coup. I am sure our present will also disappear in this downpour. They looked at him as if he was some messiah of doom. That old fool has opened the floodgate of memories, some cursed.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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