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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 5:36 pm
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The midday sun shone bright deep into the outskirts of a market town. Sebak liked that place. The locals were always happy, they had pretty things, yummy things and many others, which they gave to the visitors for those tiny rocks. From the little he'd gathered, tiny stones were very important, which was odd.
But he liked them too, since they glint in the day.
So he was sitting at the base of a tree, hunched over; some pieces of half-bitten bread and fruits at his side. He had a handful of the stones in one hand, the other carefully plucking some from the pile and holding them out to the sun, before placing them back and do it all over again. His blue friend always said it was funny, the grey one kept count and the purple one hated it... But that one never liked anything, he knew.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 3:52 pm
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