Oma’s Stones

A collection of polished stones has been in my life for as long as I can remember. Initially it was placed on my grandmother’s sideboard, then – when she downsized into a home – on her TV. Thereafter it graced my parents’ sideboard, until my father’s dementia led him to believe they were edible and my mother had to move them.

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