I came across a cave guarded by trees, exhaling cool breath. It was dusk; illuminated by the fading light of my tired day, a pile of rocks stood at the entrance. Who gathered them? Why? What can I make of it, what meaning can I bestow?
The idle pastime of another traveler--a child's make-believe fort?
A marker for lost companions; a signal, a warning?
A monument to the dead. Perhaps the rocks commemorate the victims of a monstrous conflagration.
A ritual pyre?
--A Dustern Hermit.
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