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Jan 2010
They sell it in bulk, in packs of many
It is not a rarity here
it would be back home.
They do not cherish it
it is often lost.
But I marvel at the smooth wood
lined with rock throughout, and topped with sap of trees!
It resembles a tree, bitten by a paddle-tailed creature,
one end sharpened to a deadly point.
This rock, it communicates with other people.
The sap can erode it, erase the mineral completely.
What kind of strange,
miraculous thing
can destroy rock
with such little
effort
?
Written by
Angela Zhang
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