Stone by stone, this wall was built.
A century ago, the farmer walked his fields each spring, eyes tracing the thawing earth for the perfect stones.
He moved slowly, letting his hand rest on each one, feeling its shape, its weight, the way it might settle among the others.
This was not hurried work. Endurance, he knew, would make the wall stronger than haste ever could.
When he found a stone that fit his vision, he lifted it onto his horse-drawn wagon. The steady rhythm of hooves and iron wheels carried his labor back to the barn, where rows of stone rose patiently from the dirt floor.
As time allowed, he placed each piece with care, sweeping away soil, testing every joint, sealing the gaps with mortar and quiet pride.
Now, more than a hundred years later, the wall still stands. Its mortar is softening, its edges worn, yet its shape endures.
Each stone remains a record of patience laid by hand—a testament to steady work, lasting purpose, and the quiet will to build something meant to weather time itself.
Stone by stone, this wall was built.
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