I’m holding a blue rock in my hands.
I begin to move the jagged, hefty piece, around with my fingers and thumb.
It is easy to become attached to this little treasure, that I do not remember where or when it was found.
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eBook | Travels With The Hermit Poet | Stories Of Human Condition | Poetry & Photography
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eBook | Tropical Garden Stories | Photography & Poetry By The Hermit Poet
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Other items found in
The Hermit Poet’s Library:
Banker’s Desk Lamp with Green Glass Shade
