In the later afternoon, it moved: an elephant grinding its way through the unnecessary forest.  Its strong back rippled.  I followed it from tree to tree.  It kept a steady course west as the afternoon light paled.  

The sun finally shattered into stars when it halted on the edge of a cliff.  Clouds bowled below us in the lower peaks.  It settled on its haunches, moss ruffling in the evening breeze.  It did not move again.

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