We are stones upon stones.

Caves of memories. Mountains of

thoughts, oceans of tears and deserts

of dryness.


Buildings find wonder with our

foundations, curious with our

moving about while not planted

in the ground.


We each possess a veneer, some of

paper others of steel. Time tests the

heart for strength; stepping to the line

or retreating into shadows.




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