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25 Lookout First we thought it was the shadow of a duststorm or a swarm of insects sliding over the ridge and across the plains, the way it darkened and rearranged the land beneath. Then we saw the massed particles coming closer were not bug or buffalo but people, carrying their young and old, passing over the earth as the earth was passing in its own living skin. And all this with a scorching want that lowed in a loudening thunder. Our tools were simple and carved from bone. We held them fragile as artifacts, our eyes smarted with dust and with sun and we watched. ...

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