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Remember when you were little and you found the perfect stone? You
would run its roundness up and down, through your fingers, and carry it
in your pocket like a talisman. Your worry stone. Your lucky stone.
Sometimes you would put it in your mouth to tumble its smoothness over your tongue. Of course your mother was appalled! How dangerous! Hidden in your hand it could make you feel invincible.
Back then a stone was a little piece of forever.
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very cool, I love them!
Posted by: cliodhna | May 22, 2008 at 07:29 AM
aw... those stones are so cute. they're like little russian dolls! or swaddled babies.
Posted by: heather James | May 25, 2008 at 02:57 AM