Lake Lewisia #1339

“This doesn’t seem like the right geography for hills like this to form,” he remarked in confusion as they drove through a series of low foothills studding the otherwise flat plains. Her boyfriend was bright, curious, and observant, just some of the good qualities that had made her willing to try bringing him back to her hometown, despite the expected difficulties. “They’re barrows, actually,” she told him, figuring that the following conversation, about what exactly would need a burial mound that large and who would have constructed it, would at least pass the time until they reached their destination.

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