How can that possibly be true? Maybe there isn't a concrete life he can point to — a wife, some kids, maybe a job of sorts — but stories aren't worth nothing. And if you've been that transient person for a while, chances are your stories are the best. Doesn't moss also change the integrity of the stone? It's no longer what it was. Who's to say moss is a good thing? I think it's fuzzy and gross.
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