Ah, the stone is a monster, cold and heartless, drawing me in and away from life.
The stone is laughing at my foolish distraction towards it.
The stone is nothing, just a stone, upon which I waste my attention and forget my duties.
The stone is unreachable for concentration, it is too vague, offers no place to be.
The stone is here, and I am pulled into a river of thought.
The stone offers one place to be.
The stone offers one unadorned moment.
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