The boy who spoke the language of stones

Who today understands what the stones are saying? Oh, there are stones a-plenty at Le Cap – granite ones, rocks on the cliffs of the north face of Le Cap, pebbles on its southern beaches, not forgetting all the little stones, buried in the ground. (People here even claim that there are stone-seeds; otherwise, how could it be that you dig up your land, then carry away all the stones and, the following year, you return to till the land, and you find yet more stones? Because, in the meantime, those seeds have sprouted.) This is the land of megaliths, dolmens, and of large standing stones – menhirs, the stone-lined gallery graves; and the Saint Conogan ship: an immense megalith fashioned out of a single block of stone like a ship, sitting atop a hill, facing out to sea, as if waiting to be launched…

Once upon a time, there was one man who could understand the language of the stones. His name was simply Yann, but people nicknamed him “Yann the Stone-Speaker” – the one who knew the secrets of the stones. How did this come to pass? Listen!

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