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Dear GoldnGal,
When I was a boy, I read a folktale about a rock that was in the middle of the road. It sat there unmoved, day after day, for a long time. No one wanted to move it. No one did. It just sat there, an obstruction to travellers passing by who must have, however, maneuvered around this unseemly obstacle. One day, a young man, seeing this impediment to travel, decided to move the stone. Beneath the rock, buried in the ground, was a pot of gold. Seeing only your silhouette in your profile, I wonder if there is something akin to you yourself and this little fable I have related here.
PepperNSaltBoy
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