So there’s a soft vein running through the hardest rock. Wow, what a premise for a poem, love hidden in form and shadow. Haha, totally beautiful and ridiculously romantic. Kiss 😘😘💯🤗💓💕😍💕
I’ve got a few ancient stone tools left - and I’ve sent them, with love, to you (featured over a cup of virtual coffee, see the rose quartz and the Tsumeb dioptase. He also collected shells, which I thought you might like, so I threw them in, too)