Skirting right, then left, then bouncing right over the top of lava worn down to round, smooth mounds from countless millenniums of high desert weather beating…
Booming thunder rolled down from the mountains as if the Sisters were waging a battle with kettle drums, the unsettling sound echoing off endless ridges.
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