Object Writing / relic on: October 02, 2007
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A dusty trench dug before ancient crumbling ruins was the pathway to the treasured relic. Small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, but a Rosetta stone to another culture.
It was found by the junior archeologist. With gentle teasing strokes she was pushing away the dirt with a paintbrush, a deviation occured in the soil and she knew she was on to something. Only later would it become apparent how important a find this was.
The hot dry air was momentarily cooled by the excitement of the find, and she teased the stagnant soil with gentle breaths from the brush. A head and then torso appeared. Almost like a mother giving birth, the artifact was being released from the womb of the soil to the expectant young archaeologist. She had called out to other coleauges to share in the excitement of the find and they now stood around like an expectant football crowd, hoping that this was the goal that would take them to the final.
A thousand lemmings ran around her stomach as she liberated the last clod of soil from the relic and placed it carefully on a stark white sheet of paper. The desert sun was a scorpion in the sky spitting venom as the team moved to the command post in a trance. She was the high priestess leading them to the altar were they would worship the newly found idol. The relic was powdery to touch and they all donned gloves to avoid any contamination. It s mottled surface was a jade green colour, probably brilliant and shining when first made, but now dull. But the important thing was the two faced head, indicating the meeting of two tribes , two cultures, where the archeologists and anthropologists could finally agree.
