Situated right on the edge of the cliff, I looked down the rocky ridge. I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to witness the side of the massive rock slide down. The huge boulders at the bottom would have crushed anything that stood in its way. The noise of the rocks violently rolling down the hill must have echoed around the canyon.
The constant chirping of the crickets interrupted my thoughts. They seemed to be calling out to each other, warning of danger near by. The noise was deafening. The chirps were sharp and full of worry. As I walked toward the noise it stopped. They sat silent and still as if to hide, beginning again after I walk away.
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