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Water Shortage

Water shortage In the deepest valley where the winter is short summers long, sheep come home for safety of bears and wolves, he bought an old house. From a two hundred years house, a cane roof sprung splendid isolation he lived the seasons fair. Unknow to him and other dwellers of this Paradise plans afoot to make the valley into a water reservoir filling it with water to serve the city far away. This ancient village, built stone by stone, drowned. No, the dam didn’t burst lack of rain made it dry. It was an eerie sight to see his home again reminds him of a Paradise lost to development.

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