The sound of trees, now so lost in the hot, still breath of summer, nevertheless broke through the surface of the old woman's mind and memory. Sitting still and dark, along the island's shoreline, they sweltered in the heat and in the relentless tumult of her drowning, sad thoughts. The water they guarded, so loyally, held so many treasures. So many hearts. So many beloved hands and eyes and kind deeds now held fast and down. Now held away from her, forever.
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