A statue that everyone came to, at all the odd hours of their day.
They'd take out time from their busy lives, but they were sure to show up.
And they'd sit there, talking to the statue. And the statue would always have this really huge smile on his face. He couldn't help it. He was created this way.
And he'd listen, and listen, and listen. And the smile wouldn't fade.
Came rain, came storms. Came birds of all kinds. They all whispered.
They all whispered in his ears, their tales of the seven seas. And how they'd been hurt on their way. They all talked to him, and wouldn't stop. They realized they couldn't stop.
The statue was a friend who would listen. And only listen.
And that's what everyone needed.
But no one really thought ahead, they never really figured. What would they be if the statue wasn't there anymore?
But it never mattered. The statue wasn't going anywhere.
Till death do us part.
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