Stone Words

 There were words written on a fair stone, hidden away in the cave of a high mountain. Oh, there were words. And they were lovely. Rich and flourishing, they told secrets — or so those who risked the journey said upon their return. Words that would change a life, they said.

    And so the young woman journeyed. Up she went. Up into the coldest heights, risking her life in the harsh air and stark environs. 

    All to see the words set upon the stone.

    'Live simply and love,' it said.

    She sighed when she saw it.

    The world was a strange place, she thought, if people needed to climb treacherous mountains to learn uncomplicated truths.

    Then she shrugged. Whatever works, she thought again, and made her way back down the mountain.

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