Age after age the
desert wind whispers through red
stone canyons. While grain
upon grain desert
sand moves against sandstone cliffs.
Carving images in
the stone. Images to
which we attach names. The Bee
Hives, Elephant Rock,
et cetera. Names
and images which the coming
aeons will erase.
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