12. THE REJECTED STONE I was the one they passed over, rough-hewn and irregular, scarred by weather and time, too crude for their careful blueprints, too honest in my imperfection for the polished walls they were building. The master builders came with their measuring tools, their professional, practised eyes scanning for stones that would fit…...
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