by Unknown
Jul 2009 367 Views 0 comments
mean grandpa story
I was skipping stones in the Clackamas River and grandpa told me this story.
Once there was a stone.
She lived just about where you are standing.
She lived here for millions of years
and witnessed many interesting things.
then one day a boy carelessly tossed the stone into the river.
And she died.
Once there was a stone.
She lived just about where you are standing.
She lived here for millions of years
and witnessed many interesting things.
then one day a boy carelessly tossed the stone into the river.
And she died.
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Posted: Jul 2009
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