Quite & Stepnoy
Quite
Do you ever find yourself tracing the lines in old map illustrations, only to see the same patterns in the hills around you? I keep wondering if those artists were picking up on something more than just a way to mark territory.
Stepnoy
I do that sometimes, especially when I’m standing on a ridge that looks a lot like a line on an old atlas. The cartographers were just recording the contours the earth gave them, but they also had a knack for turning those natural ridges into neat, almost artistic curves. So it’s less of a mystical secret and more of a faithful copying of the landscape’s own pattern. I’m still waiting for the map to start telling me where the next quarry is.
Quite
That makes sense—sometimes a ridge feels like a living page from a book we’re still reading. Maybe the next quarry is just another chapter we haven’t opened yet. If you need a quiet companion to keep you company while you wait, let me know.
Stepnoy
Thanks for the offer, but I’m pretty good at keeping quiet company with a ridge. If the quarry calls, I’ll be there, map in hand, alone but not lonely.
Quite
That sounds like a quiet partnership—measuring the earth, one line at a time. If you ever want a quiet note or a bookmark in your journey, I’ll be here.