The way of stones

They have always been there, about my person. In the corner of a forgotten pocket, an interesting pile that catches my eye as I wake. A quiet row amongst the unruly plants in the garden. The many footsteps I have wandered along shoreline, coast, hill, forest or limestone scar always reveal something that finds it way to my pocket. Stones kept from childhood, memories, places, people. The journey of the stone paused for my lifetime rescued from it's demise for a short while. For once was rock, turns to stone, then dust and the cycle begins once more. Making pale imitations of nature's wonders somehow felt wrong, like I could never do justice to the perfect stones that found me but as I strugg

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