Green Was Only a Memory
1 min read·April 30, 2026·
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The place used to be covered with lush fields and gentle winds.
But in one year, the rains stopped falling like they did before.
We didn’t think much of it at first; my father still planted the seeds, thinking that the land wouldn’t forget him.
But the ground remained dry.
The blades became brown, dry, then disappeared.
And now I am here, standing in the empty field, realizing that _______________________.
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