Walls of Life
When a building is being constructed, but
the top layer isn't finished, after so many
years it starts to fall apart, and little by
little the walls come down until someone
comes along and builds it back up, but
even then the idea of how the building will
be finished will never be the same no
matter how many times that wall falls and
is rebuilt.
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