Painted Rocks

I have found great comfort in seeing Tossie's name. One day as I was walking home from her Tree, I spotted a rock. The rock was beautiful by itself, but I knew that Tossie's name would be beautiful painted on the rock. So, I carried it home, got out my paints and started painting. A pink rose with her name. Simple but beautiful. The next morning I took her rock with me to her Tree. I photographed it as the sun rose behind it. The feeling I felt was amazing. It was chilly outside and when I looked at the photo of her rock with the sunrise behind it- I felt warm. That feeling continues with each rock I paint and photograph.

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