The day I was born, I sparkled with pride. I was born to a mighty mountain. I looked in amazement to see world pristine and pure. This amazement condensed and became a pearl. With the childish joy, I trickled down from the laps of my father to the unknown. I saw the morning glory of the golden sun. The silver dew blinded me. These moments condensed and became two pearls. As I splashed down the mountain, I met many other streams with their own spark, tune and story. We splashed against the hard rock and passed through the soft plain together. Our friendship was forged in those splashes of pain and laughter. This friendship condensed to form another pearl. As I meandered through the life I slowed down. The giant plains of life resisted me and the other rivers shoved me and pushed me around. I was weighed down by my own mass and poised by my own dreams and ambitions. I saw myself die and decay. This pain condensed to form another pearl. Today, I have taken these pearls and sewn them together. I call this necklace "68 Stories." Hope you will enjoy it.