At least, I have a whole pile of rocks in my house. To me they are memories of places I have been, the people I have met and the great times I have had. I have rocks that are white, rocks that are black and rocks that have speckles. There are rocks that look like Africa and rocks that look like eggs and I even have a rock that looks just like a giraffe. I have a rock that I picked up when we were in Italy and one from our honeymoon in Spain. Rocks given by friends who traveled to far off places and rocks that I picked up on the beach.
And yesterday (01/09), as I was watering the garden, I saw this rock that looks just like a heart...
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