The rock collection was a story of the wideness of creation, of the marvels that were there for those willing to wonder, to re-immerse themselves in childish awe.
It was something of a grown-up rock collection, for she had a thing for gemstones, not jewellery of the wearing of them, but an appreciation of the stone.
That rock collection was more memories than stones, for each one was part of a treasure hut, a time together and a moment of sweet discovery.
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