The dust doesn’t rise for millennia

Rocks, trees, flowers, mammoths, etc. Hes no different. You lead, follow, slant,
pool, or crawl up the yellow cliff. Leave when the light-giving ball descends.
Return to tease him by the fire. He still wonders where you sleep


Tonight, crouching by the fire, he patterns the backside of an ivory plate with
dots. On the front he carves the Great Hunter. The flint draws the huge club
between two legs

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