Once they covered the creek bed upstream in a thick, solid layer.
Then a powerful pressure busted them into straight-edged slabs.
The were swept downstream in a churning cauldron of flood water, and piled up high on the creek bank.
Now they are the leftover relics of the brute force of nature, silent, still and landlocked.
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