I had a dream last night. I was living in a time where it was necessary to sew my family jewels into the fabric of my cloak while crossing into a foreign land. When I arrived at my destination, alone and weary, I took comfort in the fact that I had my jewels to help me start again. When I ripped the seams, I found only stones. River stones.
I had carried those jewels so far and they had felt so heavy, but worth their weight. You can imagine my deception.
So here's my question: Which river stone have you been carrying around convinced it was a diamond?
5 comments:
You had me very confused for a bit when you mentioned your 'family jewels'...
interesting..how's missouri?
The illusion that I'm deep enough to have a river stone that I've confused for a jewel.
That's some profound stuff there, Missy. I just dreamed that OJ Simpson was trying to kill me becasue I'd blogged something mean about him.
i have a sackful of 'em. where would you like me to start?
I have a literal stone that I picked up in some far off place that I can't remember but was obviously meaningful at the time and have kept for its forgotten meaning.
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