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rom loneliness in that great mineral expanse. There were antelopesnakes
and ducks in a line like a carnival shooting gallery. And humans: oddly turtle-shapedwith their arms out
and fingers splayed as if in surrender or utter surprise. The petroglyphs added in recent centuries showed
more svelteself-assured men riding horses. The march of human progress seemed mainly a matter of
getting over that initial shock of being here.
Eventually we stopped in a protected alcove of rockwhere no snow had fallen. The walls sloped
inward over our headsand long dark marks like rust stains ran parallel down the cliff face at crazy angles.
When I looked straight up I lost my sense of gravity. The ground under my boots was dry red sandsoft
and fineweathered down from the stone. If the river rose to herethe mud would be red. Loyd held my
shoulders and directed my eyes to the opposite walla third of the way up. Facing the morning sun was a
village built into the cliff. It was like Kinishbathe same multistory apartments and unbelievably careful
masonry. The walls were shaped to fit the curved hole in the cliffand the building blocks were cut from
the same red rock that served as their foundation. I thought of what Loyd had told me [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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