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Inside the gap, soil had collected in the north corners, blown and washed in over who knew how many years. The ground was part bare granite shelf, part dirt that could be shaped, packed, used.
She stood there for twenty minutes, not moving, while something inside her arranged itself into a plan.
Then she went down to the creek.
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