Maybe a marble city, where all the marbles go when they get lost.
They would live a happily retired life, have dinner parties, long,
meaningful conversations, fall in love and have children.
One day the grown up marbles would eventually kiss Ma and Pa
goodbye and go out into the wide world to be discovered.
Stumbled upon by mere mortals that would examine them,
question them and treasure them. But the cycle must continue and
the marbles are destined to be lost, to slip out of the hole in the
pocket of a pair of old jeans, to be thrown at another in a fit of
passion. They would somehow make their way home, chipped and
lacking the shine they were born with, but content.
If so many people are losing their marbles
these days, why hasn't anyone been able to
trace the paths of thousands of marbles
migrating back to where they came from?
- YOTS.
Happy Valentines day.
xxx
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