It was a happy place. A beautiful river ran through the land and it supplied the people with everything. The people grew prosperous but they had no care or appreciation for that river. Some people complained about the trash and the filth that was dumped into the river. But the people thought it was their right and privilege to do as they pleased with the river. Soon the life of the river died and the people became sick.
The young ones of that once happy place started dying or were born crippled and disfigured. Those that survived were unable to have children. Some of the people said God was cursing them. Others thought that the death and the sickness was now something that was natural for them. Over the years, the people became used to seeing the sickness and the death. The people had forgotten how things used to be.
Soon all the people died.
The river kept flowing and after many years, the river became beautiful again. Life returned to that river. But there are no people there anymore.
Grant
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