Stepping stone

Rocks. Every where there are rocks. And stones, many square or rectangular. Somewhere I knew I would find the right one.

Most are way to small and are just useful to step over or around. Most aren’t level, half buried in the ground, waiting to twist your ankle the wrong way. Some are good, the right height even, yet are next to bushes or prickers.

I found the stepping stone. I declare it ‘the’ stepping stone based on close inspection. I was not the first person to find this stone. All who sought stairs stopped their search here.

Let me add my effort to wear away the stone.

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