Sometimes a friendship can be like a smooth stone you like to keep in your pocket. You hold it, enjoying the coolness and the easy way it fits your hand.
You turn it over and over, looking for flaws, the ridges of your fingerprints searching out an imperfection. Instead, you are surprised by the depth of its beauty, painted - how long ago? - by the Hands of God.
You lift your hand, test the weight, and you realize how easily it could be a weapon. But you smile when you understand why people use stones for paper weights - so all your important stuff doesn't fly away.
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