Every day, it seems, I see another mound of dirt where a home once stood.

In the center was a small dirt mound, like a little hill.

After all, mounds of dirt did not move by themselves.

Where he had been there was now a mound of dirt and a hole in the ground.

He could see the mounds of dirt several hundred yards to the west.

He smoothed out the mound of dirt and stood up.

She sat down on the mound of dirt beside him and looked into the open grave.

This process continued for 60 days, and eventually, the dirt mound got so high that from it, one could easily see inside the city.

What appeared to be a mound of dirt is actually the roof on the ancient building.

Sister hurried to the wall, and stepped up on the mound of dirt.