|   Many thousands of years elapse. It all comes down
            to this:  Coming down the steep incline, the creature digs
              in its heels to get a more secure footing. This is exactly the
              way a man
                comes
              down a steep incline. Time is forgotten, then crops up. Suddenly
                condenses. A flash of lightening. A loud crack. Crew looks up
              from his lunch. Rain taps the tarp overhead. Something
                  was watching
                him. Nature is synchronic and diachronic. No nature. No
              matter. Ions, atoms, clingons and bygones.
 A cleave or cadaver stuffed
                with sawdust or sunstroke. Oblivion serves as a screen. Scree 
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