Rock
You know when you are driving out in the desert with your beloved family, in a well-dodgy, toyota cressida, decades past it's sell by date, or scrap by date, passing date palms until you see no other forms of life.
You come across this huge rock with writing that is not even arabic, it looks like aramaic or ancient ethiopean & you spend so much time crawling over every inch of the rock, until that usually so-reliable cressida decides to dig itself into the sand.
You have to believe we were not alone on that rock, there was someone who got that car out of danger & us back to civilisation.
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