boulders, would come roaring down the slopes. The sound was deafening; 1000 thunders striking every moment. Gargantuan rocks knocking each other chipped off their edges, became rounder, gained momentum and then broke into pieces when hitting others head on. The ground shook hard...

The rain would last for weeks, washing the dirt, grinding little rocky chips into sand, filling the lake with water little by little, spreading out debris in a huge Venetian fan of sand and rocks.

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