I know of one ...

I know of one that is pliable as molding clay that never hardens, every change you’d note you shall not look far and shall find the stream of change close by constantly. In essence she is a mere reflection of her surrounding, with so little truth of her is ever shown, she is the luckiest of them all, for her true self will never be scrutinized, and she can shed her current self for the next new change...yet i can say i've never truly known her. 

I know of one who once got into wet concrete and since then it dried up, and she is still there. Time might pass, life evolves and she remain stuck in her ways. People move on and she remains surprised every time. She strongly holds onto her principles on her beliefs and grounds. She have no growth to show for other than the her own shadow that move & grows longer & shorter in a very reliant matter as a sun dial , on the slab of concrete she is surrounded by... i have since moved passed. 

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