I was not accustomed to dark I made my eye into a pencil and I saw bent figures among the stalagmites heard their voices I reached into the hole to pick them out but my fingers were too big paint they said paint the past our imaginations are wild horses on empty plains paint the future I told them we are waiting for you.
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Continuity from cave paintings and back again to cave paintings .Fascinating and hidden from jealous eyes .I can appreciate this .