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>> Narrator: It was in the long stillness, the great quiet, the sunset country stretched out before you. The idle Earth settled for a breath. You saw the world in its naked immensity, a thousand Earths stacked on one another. Shifting. Sliding. Bursting into the present. The wonder of it. Traces of time — dust, ground, and pressed to stone — a testament to what is passed, what was, and is still. Cradled and crumbled, you hold it: That stone-fixed moment. Its circuitous path, leading up through the abyss of time, to you. This Montana field, this summer of study, chasing light, your own charted path. Where what you carry with you is earned. And that which lies beneath your feet reveals itself. Its secrets. Its place in time.