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A faint hum oozes out of the lava, and it's not the spirit of the rock art whispering at me through the silence
A yellowjacket wasp floats past, and then a second one. My eyes follow their buzz to a crevice between some rocks, where I see more. They apparently have a nest, oblivious (or are they?) to the rock art nearby.
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