Madison knelt at the edge of the river and dipped her fingers into the icy water. She smiled; the river was not always this kind. She grabbed her flyrod and trekked to the riffle that she and her father had fished when he was alive. She cast her line and grimaced as she recalled the dead trout she’d encountered last year due to low river flows and rising water temperatures. Madison hooked a rainbow and narrowed her eyes as it struggled. How long would it be until humans lay dead along these banks thanks to no water and rising temperatures?
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