Out of the dunes, the house seemed to rise, a giant beast slowly standing in the sand. Daily it grew, bit by bit emerging, taking its time as it picked its way through the grains of grounded rock and shell. The ascension was unhurried and patient, a deliberate shedding of old skin, in a space where time was irrelevant. The house appreciated the sand that had buried it decades before, even as it shook loose from that which had entombed it, for the house knew the nature of sand, the secrets it told, the sublime resignation of a thing controlled by wind and nature. It knew that each grain had a story to tell of long journeys and transformations, that each grain contained the memory of what it once was. It had comforted the house to be surrounded all those years by likeminded things, things that whispered of memory and metamorphosis . . .
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ReplyDeleteOut of the dunes, the house seemed to rise, a giant beast slowly standing in the sand. Daily it grew, bit by bit emerging, taking its time as it picked its way through the grains of grounded rock and shell. The ascension was unhurried and patient, a deliberate shedding of old skin, in a space where time was irrelevant. The house appreciated the sand that had buried it decades before, even as it shook loose from that which had entombed it, for the house knew the nature of sand, the secrets it told, the sublime resignation of a thing controlled by wind and nature. It knew that each grain had a story to tell of long journeys and transformations, that each grain contained the memory of what it once was. It had comforted the house to be surrounded all those years by likeminded things, things that whispered of memory and metamorphosis . . .
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