we collect memories ~ like agates ~ comparing with wonder ~ the biggest, the most colorful ~ we find them ~ three days later ~ tucked loosely in old pockets ~ like children, we loudly reclaim them ~ hold them up to the light ~ grateful for their rosy hue ~ we stop ~ before dropping them into our jar ~ to gingerly trace the concentric lines of family. ~anushka
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My favorite... Collecting agates with 'family' has been a highlight of the past 4 years. :-)
You are the first agate God sent me .....sorry I punched you in the stomach ;).....see V's blog
-A
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