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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 ?
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Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
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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 ?
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Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
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