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Skipping Stones
Once in a while, he would wake up at night, walk to the lake nearby, and begin skipping stones.
One.
One, two.
One, two, three.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, five.
One, two.
Sometimes, the rocks would skip a count or won’t go further than four skips, no matter how hard he tried.
BUKBLAD #10
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