| The black night sky split with a dynamite granite crack and the wind lashed the old aggregate...deep inside of itself it felt a shiver...a small part of itself begin to slip...one of its small towers tipped and fell...striking the rock below...a larger part that had been firmly resting on the small one below...began to move...another part began to tip and turn in the wind...it felt deep in its centre a shift and a slide...overbalanced and buffeted by the pelting rain...it fell...still conscious...a middle section became its apex...imagining in the morning light an opportunity to rebuild...a future based on the knowledge its past and pain revealed... | |
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