Wrapped in the cubes of alabaster, the cleaned gift is ready to open. A crystallized weave saves the surprise inside. A voice of purity.


Unfolding the layers of tissue-papered rocks,

glitter by glitter, one carefully peels away the reflections of salt.


Visions of milky ivory can live in the sea or on the kitchen table.

The stinging taste smells clean like a chlorinated hotel pool. It can turn from a true North and make you think.


Salt is near the roots and the source.

It is a place where you could drop a penny in the water and let it sink so your wish could rise.







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