At least a minute passed before either of them spoke, but every second was a struggle toresist the valley's pull. Across the expanse of water, the beetle had clambered up from the beach and was disappearinginto a sea of grass stems, each as tall as the palm trees back home. His eyes were already shut, his chestgoing up and down, up and down, fast but gentle. The ghosts led us onward, and as we moved through the cramped spaces of night, their voicesgrew more comprehensible.
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