He traced the peaks and valleys of the mountain range with his eyes, following the vein of water tumbling through the crags and clefts. The parallel ridges of the range were calligraphy of shape and form, cairns and pillars of his history. As the shaman, he named each mountain and knew its legend, the high places for worship and the places of idolatry. Formed under intense pressure and heat they had erupted out from the dust of the earth. From his vantage point he ached to scale the precipice, yet floundered in the valley lacking the strength to begin the ascension. Tracing back along the valley floor he deepened the ravine with a razorblade until the earth became a blanket and cradled him to dust.
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