A mother and a daughter worked tirelessly, day and night, against all weather, against their pain.
They stacked stone block one after another, one by one, expanding and towering, for thousands of years.
Every now and then it collapsed, crumbling down, and left nothing but ruins. Then they would start again.
They stacked stone block one after another, one by one, expanding and towering, on top of the ruins, on top of their sweat, and tears, and blood, for millions of years.
"Mother, what are we making?" asked the daughter.
"Memories, dear. We are making memories."
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