The tour guide says at mark 13 , “ Next to us in red , you ’ ll see a hand and thirteen dots . Below it we see women and bison .” No one makes a sound . “ Okay , please move along now .” We don ' t want to leave , but she pushes along , her watch ticks to the rhythm of dripping water .
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The thrash of a cave bear ’ s claw that fell off the edge of a rock millennia ago , a set of footprints so unbelievably small we think they must be that of a child , and what looks like an umbilical cord reaching from the sky .
The root of the oak tree . Inside the mound there is a womb a tomb an umbilicus . Breath the generate . Breath to disintegrate . “ The only light they had was a little flickering torch .”