Intuition is what made me pause in the courtyard that day. Intuition is making me crazy.
One day, as I walked past a group of statues, I felt a connection. I felt their sorrows, their feelings, everything that I didn't know statues had. I wondered if I was clairvoyant.
Maybe the anciet Spartans weren't as psycho as everyone thought they were, thinking that you could chain someone's spirit inside statues.
Those statues spoke to me, and now I sit with them, rain or shine, and think of the secrets I will someday learn, if I wait long enough. Like a statue.
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