“It was written: now they are coming…”
Her voice was calm, and her friend understood she was merely stating a fact. She too had thought of the omen in the last nights, as they both laid, enlaced, on the soft land, under the moon.
They looked at each other, in silence. Evolution is about that, she thought: we live, we prosper, we ruin the land, and then we have to accept: someone cleverer than us will take our place. In a cloud, without a word. Gaia is always right, in the end.
I like this , a turn and turn about with us both…strange we were on the same lines 💜
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Yes, all things have their allotted lifespan…even species.
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I wonder how the next species shall emerge.. and how we shall go extinct !! Interesting story ..
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