Shrews and prairie dogs prefer to congregate in the narrow pockets near Antelope Canyon’s gaping mouth, typically within the first quarter-mile. Out of respect, they don’t venture further; the sandstone formations there, kissed by light and standing for eons, stir a sense of reverence in their small souls. One day, the animals whisper, the antelopes will return and the church shall be rebuilt.
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