Existence of a stone.

The little girl
held a stone
and for now,
it was hers.

And she rolled it
inside her hand
with her fingers
touching all
the little holes
on the stone’s
surface.

Her days were long
in summer wind
and her skin
smelled of sun
her hazel brown eyes
all focused
on the stone’s
existence.

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