From xradiograph

EgyptianWaterThief: Drought

The land is dry and devoid of the seasonal rains. Have the gods abandoned us, or we them?


Dust, cracks, more dust. No rain, no wind, no clouds.



There is a breeze. It is hot. No breeze would be better.



Once there were trees and grass, here. And hippos and giraffes and cattle. Grazing cattle. Who gazed at the grass and grazed it gonely.

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