L lovi torrents and the water had already covered buildings, mountains and any glimmer of land. It was my flood but not my boat, I realized quite heavy because an individual, a man named Noah, was merely asking for my boarding ticket to leave the seat open, which apparently belonged to another passenger. There were animals everywhere producing a deafening noise. So sick of all this bustle, I gave a pigeon an olive shoot, and left the boat, to go immediately to open the drain. At the end of the day the flood was mine.
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