We sat on the shoreline searching for the perfect pebble. “You should see the red ones when the sun comes out” said HM, “They’re so beautiful and bright – when they dry they go a lovely shade of brown.”
I replied that I was sure they were but my mission was to find the best aquamarine one, the one that looked illuminated from within and even out of water was magnetic to behold.
HM handed me a couple – small and cute. “They’d be perfect on that new necklace you bought in Skyros town” she said. “Just put a little clasp on the top and hang them from the chain.”
I placed my booty on the paddle board alongside a growing collection.
For a while we foraged in silence. Absorbed by the colours, shallow water gliding over stones, occasionally diving for one we spotted that looked like the holy grail.
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