Inscription

Brick by brick, our intentions converged to build a structure meant to last forever.

Little did I know how visitors will write different stories on chosen stones, and choose to call it their own. They look for their fifteen minutes of immortality, as much as I wanted it for decades.

The structure weathers storms, rain and sunshine but changes a little with every fresh gust of wind. The winds bring news from afar. Birds sing songs from lands it has never visited and never will.

Curiosity and wistfulness inflict more change than cold, hard intent.

I concur with the inscription.


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  1. It is amazing that there are structures from many civilizations that have lasted centuries but I also don’t get when people etch their names on things that don’t belong to them, especially in trees.

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