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The rugged sandstone fell in chunks
fragmenting in the river below
a millennia past,
and though nothing happened for a time,
or so it seemed,
the stone surrendered to the water
who loved the stone
to an external beauty
that belied its inner strength.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Beautiful, Paul, both as an explanation of how rocks gain their polish, but also as a metaphor.
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Appreciate your thoughts and encouragement VJ, thank you
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So welcome.
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Oh beautiful!
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Thank you so much
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Exquisite meaning in your words Paul.
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Thanks so much Helene, appreciate your thoughts and encouragement
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Not to be repetitive, but I loved this poem and the image it brings.
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I do appreciate your thoughts and encouragement, so thank you for sharing.
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WOW!
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🙂
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🙂
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Deep
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautifully penned as usual, Paul.
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Thank you so much Winnie
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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🙂
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❤️🌹👍🙏
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Thank you so much Jay
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Beautiful!
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Thank you LuAnne
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Thank you for that VJ
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Beautifully deep
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Thank you Lyn
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