I cradled the old relic with waterfall lacework in my hands. It was one of the most gorgeous pieces on Earth. But we had trouble running through the valley, as we were gasping at air for hours. I was turning quite yellow, with only a few shades less intense than the orange color of a Degas pastel of ballerinas.
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