Never a straight line is the path down a mountain.
The rock falling will encounter obstacles that will hinder its descent.
Rubbing it, blocking it, redirecting it little by little wearing it down.
Sadly the journey will not be without its countless scars.
Some rocks will get stuck in the grooves along the way, ending their trip.
Some will be shattered beyond recognition and form, while others
will be softened with each blow made to lose their shimmering edge.
But no matter the downward course, all will be forever changed.
No rock will ever be as it was, leaving in its place
fragmented pieces of what once stood high.
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