The river continues to rise, slowly and inexorably.
Released from its banks it flows over meadow and through woodland.
All across this land are hollows and mounds.
Until the inundation, they were no more than the folds of the land; wrinkles around the eye of time.
Now, they are revealed as the sinuous memories of long past floods.
These are the winterborns that hold the memory of river and are now reunited with their fluvial maker.
Once more the landscape is revealed as palimpsest, a multi layered masterpiece by the hand of Gaia herself.
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