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the first stone

Sometimes, I guess there just aren’t enough rocks. – Forrest Gump  thrown, it stings and things may never (ever) be the same.  held, it burns and turns over in your (angry, hungry)hand.  buried, it still carries all that (wait…wait…)weight.  dropped, it stops.               (plop.) ponders heart. embraces grace.   PAD Challenge day 5.

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