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I know of a beautiful woman who collects stones. Nothing else.
The lovers, full of themselves, believe that only the precious will do.
The aspiring lovers, in hope, offer her exotic moss-agates from Nepal, rare minerals from the Arctic and small rocks from Ko Tapu, in the Phangnga bay.
The female friends take to her simple pavement stones and she smiles, murmuring:
"We are the only ones who read Florbela Espanca and William Blake..."
"To see a world in a grain of sand..."
A pebble... How many worlds may it contain?
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