(Draft 1) FIRST COMMUNIONS The cave paintings, you see, were rare features composed over time. Perhaps two hundred paintings went to walls in ten thousand years . Each fifty years a woman sketched kindred bison, or horses, a rhinoceros, a bear, dark wooly mammoth that lingered as visions of cruel horn or claw, vicious, yet promises of meat piled and marrow, contentment of sustenance, delicious. Memories and dreams lit by burned tallow, were flickering visions crawled into earth pushing light ahead of her to follow. A contemplation of walls and the girth of her infant world’s deep uterine heart commenced, without sun or moon cycles, dearth of motion or sound but rhythm’s of art, slow breathing and blood throbbing in her ears. Then anima rose on limestone rampart. So her people’s memories survived years signed in stone registers’ silhouetted hands, small in size, but with wide-spread fingers.
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