He points to the sky. “No more rain in its time. No more fruit. The apes leave. The elephants walk to the villages and lie down to die.” He touches his chest. “I am last of my kind. You are last of yours who knows me.”
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“Every night the canopy above feels like a veil that hides my disgrace; the very wind whispers that I have betrayed my mother’s lace‑stitched virtues.” He points to the sky
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