

Two years ago I found a rock, smoothed by the ocean. Clearly, this was no ordinary stone… face. I left it outside last year. Moss formed on it and lo and behold it grew older, and more desperate. But, in the end, it’s just a rock. Right?
Life perspectives from a wandering mind
Two years ago I found a rock, smoothed by the ocean. Clearly, this was no ordinary stone… face. I left it outside last year. Moss formed on it and lo and behold it grew older, and more desperate. But, in the end, it’s just a rock. Right?