[“A living statue both remains a statue and petrifies those around it.” – Kenneth Gross]
I was really human before that statue came along and made me into a statue, too. When I complained, it swore that if I loved it, it would be released from the curse of stone, and that I, once again, would become flesh and blood.
And so I loved it, made myself love it. It was some effort, but eventually the statue became flesh again, as did mine.
But my heart remained stone.
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