I’m told they’re the eldest rock of the infinite mass washing ashore on this outermost reach of beach. Their dotted look and egg shape signal potentially thousands of years. The older the rock is, the closer to symmetrical. Not necessarily spherical, but like a three dimensional ellipse, identical about two axes.
Roll around in the muck long enough and you’ll come out smooth and even. Scratchy edges, wounds, elated unions, grudges, thrills of victory, flickers of brilliance, eventually amalgamate, offset, and hone until there is nothing left to chip.
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