Rocks

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  1. I enjoyed your post. It made me think of a poem I read last week by Mary Oliver, “What Can I Say”
    I won’t write the whole thing here but the first stanza has the stone in it:

    What Can I Say by Mary Oliver

    What can I say that I have not said before?
    So I’ll say it again
    The leaf has a song in it.
    Stone is the face of patience.
    Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
    and you are somewhere in it
    and it will never end until all ends.

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  2. I think of rocks as being quite big and round, like the ones we have in a chaos nearby. Stones are pointy things that people might throw at you but can’t break your bones. 🙂

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