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Jul 05. 2026
I am born from stone, but I crumble to dust to leave my mark. I speak in white on walls of slate, teaching lessons or drawing games, yet the touch of a damp cloth vanishes me forever.
Jul 05. 2026
I am born from stone, but I crumble to dust to leave my mark. I speak in white on walls of slate, teaching lessons or drawing games, yet the touch of a damp cloth vanishes me forever.