The two little rocks rested in her palm. She loved looking
at them.
One was a lovely loose diamond that had been in her
grandmother’s jewelry box as long as she could remember, and the other one was a
jade green moldavite.
The first formed by tremendous pressure under the earth
and the other slammed into existence by a meteor impact.
She could feel their permanence, their strength, their sheer
indestructibility.
Her palm actually felt the warmth of it.
Just then, her dog barked, startling her, and the stones
fell from her hand and onto the cement floor.
They shattered.
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