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Everyday discoveries, thoughts and meandering. There was always one in her right pants pocket, a reminder against her skin. It had to be smooth and round to touch, or rejected. She would often reach down to reassure herself it was still there. Or, just hold it on the bus clasped in closed palms, looking straight ahead making sure her eyes and knees made no contact with others. The pool is turquoise beyond her pink-shellaced toes. She was tired and reliev.