River of Stones: Day 4.1

I once shoved a small pebble up my nose. I meant to “blow” it like a bullet at my best friend. Somehow, I inhaled and lodged that Bright Coat roof pebble into the opening of one of my sinuses. My mom had to dig it out. I was like six years old. I don’t do well with small stones. I want a pocket full of stones and a sling shot. I could start a landslide. I want to catapult a boulder across the battlefield. I am not a smooth river stone. I am craggy and jagged today.

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