Held
I held the stone in my hand. Afraid to let it go. I wasn't sure why. I knew there wasn't anything really special about it. But it had been a gift. The first I'd ever received from them. And I held it tight. All the way home. And all through the night in my bed.
2 comments
Nice! I like this one. Wonder what the stone looked like.
Josie x
June 29, 2011 at 7:38 AM
What would your stone look like? :)
June 29, 2011 at 10:05 AM
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