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Micro Fiction #8 The pathway eroded on it’s slow, persistent journey, stone becoming sand that lead away from the threshold. It wasn’t the one most are familiar with, between life and death, but of birth and rebirth. What wonderous creature would escape and expand from the hard shell? Would anything at all? For some, they lack the strength to become. For others, they lack awareness that the road they followed led nowhere but an unsurmountable wall.
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