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Slipping
from dappled forest light, boots crunching along the shore. Promise of a storm as wind whips up waves against a violet sky. Eyes suddenly taken by surprise at the rippled markings of a pebble, smooth and cold. Scooped up for luck and safekeeping in a pocket. Found much later it is a symbol of elements combined; a tangible memory. These are the earth journeys some of us make. |
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