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There was some pride in travelling with young balanced on her head...the young aggregate would grow to have vision...that would carry him far from the stone pile his parents had lived since being dislodged from the humus rich soil by winter's frost and spring thaw...they were patient though and had aspirations for fence or foundation work in their future...but their hope for their son was as an amulet worn to foreign lands and distant seas...the stories to be shared around the stone pile some day would be edifying and entertaining...enriching the social mosaic for all... |
