Rock Of Ages A face is weathered and eroded by winds of time and storms of #life. As one grows older the winds blow harder and colder and the storms grow more fierce until the rock of your existence is weathered away like sandstone. Finally you are sand on the wind leaving nothing to say you were even here. But yet somewhere the sand settles and accumulates, in crevices and cracks at first, later in the thinnest of layers. The wind brings more sand, more lives, more memories and the sand grows into dunes that ripple and shift and engulf that which will not be moved by the wind.
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