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The stone was the constant beneath the mosaic of ever changing sky.

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After the storm clouds pass the rock sits there as if it were nothing at all, glossy and deeper for the watering.

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The stone was comforting grey, the kind that speaks of permanence even on foggy days.

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You could lean upon that stone, you could warm it with your hands or lay upon the top and it would welcome you all the same. There are days I am the one who comes and days I am the rock for others. I am the grey. I am the green and every other colour in God's bright palette. To become such an emotional transformer is a true gift.