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from molten hymn to hardened hush...the stones emerged...not born...but cooled into memory...they rose...one upon the other...stacked like jazz notes...improvised into balance...each moment a tremble...a crow's shadow...a raccoon's paw...the wind rehearsing its solo...across the prairie stage...life gathered...not to conquer...but to listen...to the rhythm of erosion...to the percussion of time...tapping on granite skin...the stones remember...the fire beneath...the flow before form...the silence before sound...now they stand...fragile as a promise...predictable only in their waiting...for the next note...the turtles dance...the next breath...the next moment...to tip the scale without chance...