The little piece of
gravel was once part of a road. The road was worn by many years of
cars driving on it, and a piece of gravel broke free. It sat atop the
road it was once a part of, until a car caught it in its wheel. Then
the piece of gravel went for a ride. Around, and around, and around.
Up and down, being wedged deeper and deeper into the wheel. It
clicked against the road, greeting its fellows who still maintained
their purpose as part of the road. The car eventually stopped, and
the driver pulled out a pick. The pick caught the piece of gravel and
sent it flying away, to land on the ground of a strange new parking
lot.
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