There is a hard reality found in the marbled
sinews of stone,
a bitter grain left sharp or worn smooth,
depending on its story,
harsh and stoic and immovable-
castles have been constructed using them…
foundations have crumbled as a result of them…
yet they are scattered about every trail,
every road,
every winding path,
real and present and true-
each with a story of its own to tell*

-G. Boston


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