As I walked the sun dappled, stony shore of Lake Ontario this morning a faint glint of green caught my eye. Instantly a familiar fascination washed over me. I knelt down and plucked the object from its bed of muted, multi-coloured pebbles. Many times I had, as a child, spent languid summer days beachcombing in search of such weathered treasures shaped by the elements.
As I lifted it up into the sunlight this is what it said to me:
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