Fascinating isn't it when we walk down the Cobblestone Road each Stone is obscure and indifferent and alone. They are together but not, they're all different unlike the brick laid to perfection as we walk... such are we who are cobbled in flesh as we are all different but our purpose is the same... to walk our path the best way that we can no matter how bumpy or curvy or lame!

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