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They were forming a large circle, containing most of the clearing, and their center, a single polished stone resembling an egg improbable proportions. I had never met before such a geometry, mineral stones in rivers or in the old gravel trail. By their eminence on the size of their composition, I consided, foreseeing the lunar waves reflect on their areas and send me a magnet that reflects familiarly possibly frightened me. Nature seemed ephemeral,