Zigzagging ant-laid mazes tiled the slanting wall, up to the jagged crest, as of a wooden crisscrossing wave. The knife edges hanging down laterally under the palate of the serrated crest form sand dollar clustering patterns, and fend off shrugging approaches of the floor.
Thin grass, leaving bare the muck and grit, last hairs of a balding head. There was a whistle in the air across the top edges of narrow walls and gravel.
The ants pried up the grungy grass and the silt: in the damp gash were uncovered the packed bones, hidden for the times that dice would wander the zigzagging walls.
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