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Stone warm from the sun. A skylark lifts, her song drops sudden into hot quiet. Looking up I see an answering shape caught in the haze. A shape that clicks in my bones. A shape I know was dreamed by men and women long ago. I almost understand, I can almost taste what it means. My mind blurs and drifts to let the knowing in. Bursts of light fly up my legs from the rock. I am quick. My hair whips and crackles. Laughing I soar above larksong through the shimmering veins of the land.