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... r that poured from the mountains like a Great Flood. Even if I flew (with my astral projection, of course) so high in the sky that trees looked small as grass and pillar mountains looked small as trees, the streams of water looked countless and endless.
The streams were churning grey and dirty brown, almost black, from all the dirt they carried with them. Where it could, water followed existing rivers, but where there were none or not enough of them, it overflowed and created its own str ...
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