A marker left in the stone, watching time march by: all the snowflakes, all the raindrops.  Sunrises and sunsets roll by as this marker rides the rotation of the earth – the sights it has seen.  People will come by and stop to read its words stamped atop it.  Imagine the stories those people could hear if this marker could talk.  

A marker in the woods on a cliff. 

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