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Language of the RocksOne afternoon as I was scrabbling my way down the steep path on one
side of the Gorge of Samaria, on the island of Crete, I stopped and gazed
up at the opposite sheer cliff and was sure I was looking at a series
of vast petroglyphs--clearly not the work of human hands--etched out
of the living rock.
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