Ms. L. Autstralopithecine

"The Wondrous One"

Hadar, Awash Valley

Afar Depression, Ethiopia

I find it just as amazing. I admit to awe when thinking that many of the plants you lived with are much the same as the ones I trail through on my way home. Mountain forest juniper and the winter-flowering evergreen Nexia congesta with creamy flowers. Don't they smell wonderful! Bees do seem to love congesta, don't they. And there's our love of honey - were you as wary of bees as I am? And Melianthus! – big evergreen shrubs with honey flowers. Croton. Albizia. Ficus. Urtica. We share so much beside the uncoiling of primate DNA. And thank you. I found the stone cache. Nothing left really, but it was there where you said it would be. You were there and I am here as I write this. To answer your question: these connections are what place means to me.

Ms. L. Autstralopithecine

"The Wondrous One"

Hadar, Awash Valley

Afar Depression, Ethiopia

I had been thinking about your manner of death, but didn't want to ask, so thank you for bringing it up. The fact of your bones, that they are here for me to see—the implications are a probable sudden accident and fast burial. As if you tumbled down a river bank, broke your head or drowned, and then sank rapidly into the deep mud, and of course, you were of no great age. That such a tragedy in one woman's life should be the salvation of another's 3.2 million years later—to talk of purpose takes on the absurd. I was not your purpose. Or do you disagree?