It is too easy to get lost the crowd.
And it is lovely to offer something different.
Every time I walk by this long stone wall, which is functional and interesting, I stop to admire this one pink quartz rock.
On the other hand, a piece of trash stuck in another stone wall in another village, it is far less pleasing.
I admit I like being the pink rock but that makes me still a rock. Trash is not a rock. It is trash.
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