Crushed Rocks

My sisters and I used to crush rocks for fun. rockkk

We’d run around hunting for small rocks. The rocks that sparkled, but were smaller than our big crushing rocks.

Once we found them, we’d take our big rocks and slam them against the little rocks.

Some of the little rocks got away, but the rocks that got caught beneath our big rocks changed. No longer the same little rocks they were when we first found them.

We thought the big rocks would make the small rocks disappear.

Instead, they turned the small rocks into beautiful piles of diamond rock dust.

And when the wind blew, the diamond rock dust glittered away into the sky. Free from the weight of being a rock. Free from the force and power of the big rocks.

Being crushed, though painful, wasn’t the end of the world for the small rocks. It was a new beginning.

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