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In the greys of the cobblestones are a pastel rainbow of hues, as were born of some undiscovered impressionist, a masterpiece hiding in plane sight.

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Cobblestones, placed by the loving hands of centuries gone by, build the pathways that carry us onward this day. Upon them both hurried soles and horses hoof echo in sweet gratitude.

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Cobblestones, in heaven-spun browns bring a sweet massaging sensation to my soles.

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The cobblestone upon the sun-warmed alley brings warm and friendly memories. For these brown hues of soulful ambience speak as a visual poetry. They speak of the gold that lives within, of earthy forest paths, of wintry hearths and pink-russet sunrise.