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Ancient mounds whisper their secrets
Ancient mounds whisper their secrets which we, perhaps, can only know with our hearts. From the edges of steep slopes, along river bluffs, and resting in dense prairies, they appear again and again. We are in awe as we are lured to their mysteries. We lose ourselves In their conical, linear and animal shapes and hunger for the truth resting in their silence.
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