Yeah - that is what I was asked to write the other day. Oh, and it had to be in 5 sentences or less. So here is what I did end up writing - more like a ghost-writen autobiography of a stone than a biography.
Born of dust under pressure. Weathered and smoothened by water. Taken as a souvenir by a little boy. From the jar next to his bed, with collections from across the world, as he lies weak, old and dying, I look upon the world still unblinking.
ubergeek, the
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