One stone marks the center of town.
One stone marks the farthest boundary.
One stone marks the pillow of dreams.
One stone marks the end of a journey home.
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- HK Stewart
- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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