Rock_gray_example_4

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Here is a rewritten version of the text: Rocky Gray Example 4 _____________________ The gray rock sat quietly at the top of the hill. The morning sun cast a warm glow over it, making its surface appear almost white. As the day wore on, the rock began to feel the heat emanating from the earth below. It was a sensation unlike any other, and one that Gray had grown accustomed to over the years. The rock's existence was a simple one. It spent most of its days basking in the sun's warmth, feeling the gentle breeze rustle its surface. At night, it would grow cool once again, but never cold. This cycle repeated itself day after day, with no end in sight. Gray had been watching this rock for some time now. He found solace in its steady presence, and often thought about what it must be like to be a stationary object, untouched by the world's chaos. The rock seemed to embody a sense of peace that Gray could only dream of achieving. As he sat there, Gray began to wonder what other secrets this rock might hold. Was it aware of the world beyond its hilltop perch? Did it feel the same sense of isolation that Gray did, or was it content in its solitude? The answers, much like the rock itself, remained a mystery.