It was never even a special rock. They just came home from walks with their pockets and hands full of sticks and rocks and whatever else. I cleaned a bookshelf last week and found an acorn. I think I raised squirrels.
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I am Maxwell. I make multiple passes, building off what is there with each successive pass; the first is only the roughest of drafts, but then they build from the graininess to create something smooth and impeccable and grand. Leave me be, and I will go on indefinite. I am a renderer that exists only for a renderer's sake; all else is immaterial. Literally.