Yes. Now I remember. This image is from that book: that book of wonders. It was an old, dusty tome, sitting high on a shelf above the Lancashire chest. It was a thick book, with an embossed picture of the Colossi of Memnon stamped into its red leather cover. It was passed down to my mother many years ago and in return she passed it onto me because of all those memories she had of her youngest son dragging it down off the bookshelf. And in the middle pages of that book is a fading black and white image of this exact view at Rano Raraku. What a volume that was. It seems that I spent half my childhood with my face buried in the pictures, sniffling past the mite-ridden leaves, wondering what it would be like to see that massive golden boulder perched on the edge of that cliff. How did it get there? Why didn't it fall?
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