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I can only describe my admiration for the wondrous Kimberly McDonald jewelry in a poem.

Getting Stoned with Kimberly McDonald

Takes me to another place…
Like a warm, familar face.
Dipping my toes,
Into the unknown.
Swirling my feet,
in waters so deep.
But I just float around,
Watercolors of sound abound.
Facets of reflections feed me.
Speak to me.
A drink for my soul,
To quench the curious mole.
The wonder of the stones…
Sparkling stories to be told.
We whisper and laugh of tales of old.
Together.
Kimberly and I,
Getting stoned.

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Image cred: http://www.kimberlymcdonald.com