families travel by rickshaw to see them anyway
towers of rock meters high with steps all the way to the gods
we climb them to breathe the same air as the ones
who came before us, those who planned ahead
for 900 years, placing stone over stone
surrounding that which has aged with
something new again until the time
fell away from them, as they fell
away in time leaving this
place in ruins
beautiful
ruins.
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