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The Space Between Us | Napowrimo2025 | Day 3A Stone of HopeThe mountain stands like an old sorrow,heavy, unmoving, its spine carved from forgotten voices.It has been here forever—watching, waiting,pressing down on dreams until they fold into silence.Every stone is a name, a loss,a moment someone gave up.The air is thick with it,the weight of things left unsaid.And then—something shifts.Small, almo...