The rain-beaten stones seem to glow in the dim light of dusk, their surfaces pockmarked with tiny craters.

Each stone is unique in size and shape, each with its own patterns of craters and indentations. Some are smooth and unblemished. Others scarred and pitted from years of weathering.

I wonder what secrets these mottled stones hold. Are they symbols of resilience and endurance? Or are they evidence of the decay that time and the elements impose?

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Written for for Misky’s Twiglet for the phrase, “rain-beaten stones.” Image credit: AI Art.