A very mesmerizing part of the sandstone desert are the lines - all different colors and shades of colors and going in directions that are sometimes hard to image a substance as hard as the rock bending like that! Of course, the rock wasn't rock then, but anyway!
The lines strike me a bit like smoke from a campfire - you can look at them and make up stories or hear the song of the ancients or whatever. They offer a steadiness and peace that support us humans as we meander along.
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