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Painfully I stand up. I can barely keep my balance. With
eyes half shut, I look around for my assailant. There is no one
else in the tunnel. I realize the cause of my
anguish
—
a stalactite hanging from the tunnel’s ceiling. I should have
been more careful and not gone barreling forward into the
unknown, especially with this low ceiling.
A good lesson for the future.
At least I didn’t crash into a stalagmite, I tell myself!
You know the difference, right?
Stalactites come down from the
ceiling, and stalagmites grow from
the ground. Simple and true.
