high and hidden

Stuck deep in the furrows of some icy crags were small votive offerings bound up in rags. Just who had done placed them up there long ago is to us a mystery but we now know the form of the offerings what they resemble as with patient diligence we disassembled reach tightly-bound package each tiny wrapped thing that's been well-protected from harsh weathering. The first is a man-shape the second a fox the third is bird in a small wooden box the fourth is an arrow the fifth is a snare for catching small game such as weasel or hare. With patterns and writing they are decorated and their deep importance cannot be inflated for they are as old as the oldest of traces that mankind has left in high and hidden spaces. We'll study these totems with photon x-ray but not let them sit in the harsh light of day and after we've probed them and measured their stuff they will be returned to their rocks cold and gruff. We'd rather they sit there than in a glass cage so that they'll protect us again through this age of conflict and sadness of war famine blight that threatens to dampen mankind's shining light. We thank our fore-bearers who hid them on high and promise much harder to labor and try to end war and anger to end poverty to spread hope and love to him you her and he.

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