“There used to be water here,” he pointed to the cliff. “Up to the standing stones.”
She nudged some loose debris with her foot. “This is cool, isn’t it? And, no, there wasn’t. Water, I mean.”
“How do you know?” He asked.
“I don’t,” she shrugged. “I just figured if it was you saying it, it must not be true.”
“Well, there was water here,” he insisted. “And it had salt in it.”
She laughed, “Salt? Okay, yeah, whatever.”
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