I am just a bit rough around the edges. My grandfather built a tumbling machine to polish rocks. When I was little I loved to watch him play with it. We'd visit and while there I'd put some rocks in it, and then visit again months later, and check them out. They would always become beautiful polished stones. (check out Andrew's fish tank at my house - as I put my collection in there.)
Anyways, the point was that when I would watch the tumbler polishing the rocks I would think about how life was doing the same thing to me... Someday I will be smooth... until then I chafe ;)
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Also Peter you always brought a rock back from scout camp. The ones from the camp in southern Indiana were geods. Not beautiful on the outside but pretty crystals on the inside. That's why we like to collect and take goeds home - the inside. The beauty doesn't show until the rock is opened up. The crystals can be polished too! Everybody needs to be polished by life. Its good to be polished young and spend the greater portion of your life as a rock of great worth.
hi peter. i like you, chafey or no chafey. you've always looked like a mostly smoothy rock to me, except when you don't get enough shavingishness done. :)
Thanks! I'm not sure who you are... but maybe you can be my secret stalker?!? I think my old one quit because stalking me is so utterly boring, so the position is open. :)
No really... I don't know any little roses... what?
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