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Pebbles

When I was a kid,

I'd keep pebbles underneath my feet

by running barefoot outside

and wading across creeks

and scaling giant mountains.

Now, it's as though I store the pebbles

inside of my poor legs.

Not enough moving,

not enough climbing,

Just sitting

and sitting

and turning

to stone.

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