The Stone Institute

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Gray Skies Cover Me

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at Thursday, March 17, 2016
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Authenticity of Nature

Authenticity of Nature Torrential Rains Flood the Surrounding Lands. Mudslides erased Hundreds of Years of Tradition. Rivers Flow Where there were None before. Creatures who could Climb, Climbed. Birds that could Fly, Flew. The Trees were Barren. As the Grounds Soften, Their Roots no Longer Anchored Them. Nothing was Safe. No One Knew When the Rains would Stop. But they Would Stop. Blue Skies would Return. The Wreckage would be Repaired. Nature's Mother cares Not for the Suffering. The Endless... Read More
Posted by Kevin Merigian at Tuesday, March 15, 2016
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Take Another Cup

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at Thursday, March 10, 2016
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