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upon a shifting earth...a dance of stone...where fire's core and winter's breath have met...to push and break...and cast aside...alone...the fractured heart of ages...not yet set...a granular cascade...a trembling pile...a silent language etched in every shard...of heat that bursts and freezes for a while...a testament to time's unending guard...from boundless fields...where endless grasses sway...the prairie winds...with voices low and deep...a mystic breath that shapes the disarray...to build a quiet structure...where stones sleep...an aggregate...a stack...a fragile...rising spire...against the pull of gravity's harsh claim...a monument born of an eternal desire...to hold the balance...whispered by a name...and to this place...where stillness finds its form...the wild ones come...a curious parade...the watchful deer...escaping from the storm...their hooves so light...a promise unafraid...the crow's dark eye...a question in its gaze...the robin's breast...a splash of vibrant red...the raccoon's mask...a keeper of the maze...the patient hawk...with purpose overhead...the sky above...a canvas vast and wide...is filled with clouds that drift and recombine...a silent movie where the heavens hide...the faded scenes of history's design...a painted glass...where figures take their shape...from mist and light...a story starts to mend...the voyageurs...their journey and escape...the moments that our past began to send...the furs they trade...the pacts they make and break...the river's bend...the forest's endless green...the sacrifices for a nation's sake...the stained-glass window of what our land has been...the shifting clouds...like memories that fade...recast the past in constant changing form...a transient vision...beautifully made...a momentary shelter from the storm...and by this aggregate...so delicate and high...the fleeting world finds peace...a common ground...the earth below...the ever-changing sky...a living poem...where all things can be found...the stones...the wind...the creatures passing by...the stories etched in glass and clouded light...a fragile balance beneath a watchful eye...a place of mourning...day and night...a jazz refrain...a lonely saxophone cries...to match the rhythm of the wind's soft sigh...