As I lay in the cave, breathing the drydust of the cave floor, I tried to picture the person these artifacts belonged to.
当我躺在山洞里,地面上干燥的泥土的气息扑鼻而来,我开始想象这些东西的主人的样子。
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A dozen hopeful men in stained straw hats stood back to let me inspect their work, which so far had yielded only a mountain of exhumed sand, dryasdust.