and dug, hunted tirelessly for a glimpse of glitter winking in the granite. but this mountain, she will trample the fiercest spirit, shatter the strongest back. i still don t know what happened that day. but i imagine it. a slab of ice, the rock on rock, the crush the, grind, the sudden black, and then the chopping dust, the toxic stink, the ai)lessness. returned to the mines. and each day after that he died a little bit more.
and dug, hunted tirelessly for a glimpse of glitter winking in the granite. but this mountain, she will trample the fiercest spirit, shatter the strongest back. i still don t know what happened that day. but i imagine it. a slab of ice, the rock on rock, the crush, the grind, the sudden black. and then the choking dust, that toxic stink, the airlessness. i can hear my father s groans. he survived but he never returned to the mines. and each day after that he died a little bit more.