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strewn pebbles

Walking on the path I noticed the pebbles. I stopped and picked one up, holding it in my hand to feel it’s texture. Tiny and smooth, it felt warm from the sun.

Continuing on my walk, the way was scattered with pebbles of different shapes and sizes; some flat and polished, others round and craggy with sharp edges that could cut the skin.

I considered the meaning, if any. Some had been sanded to perfection by time and wear. Others recently broken and chipped were harsh, ugly to feel and look at.

No matter, all were pebbles; that was fact.

Missy



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  1. Wildlife Art by SylSeptember 26, 2016 at 3:06 PM

    very good..pebbles are pebbles, but there is a life lesson in pebbles, we enter the world rough and unpolished, but then through age, we become round and polished. The Lord's handiwork.

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    1. Missy ASeptember 27, 2016 at 7:27 AM

      True. I'm amazed at what we learn by observation. It's all around us.

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  2. sewsavySeptember 27, 2016 at 5:09 AM

    So true. We are all pebbles. Sweet thought.

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