Liquid Spent Carefully

Posted: June 3, 2013 in Uncategorized

A rock sat for years, content with its place in life. Seasons changed, temperatures rose and fell. Insects, animals, and people all walked by, sometimes stirring the rock, shifting it slightly, and the rock always would adapt. One day a bird stumbled and fell inches from the stone, its eyes closed as the last of its life departed. The rock stared long and hard at the bird, unable to comprehend what had caused it to cease moving. “Perhaps,” the rock thought, “he wishes to be more like me.”


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