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pebble

Sitting on the beach, you lay at my feet; where have you been, what have you seen. Started out hot, molten, then froze into rough stone, in some distant continent; time; place. You’re smooth now, well rounded by the tide of time, how I wish we could be that fine.

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“pebble” in response too http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/

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