Não ocupado!
I have finally found something to do with the stones and shells I've collected from some of the places I've been. Instead of being piled in a mug on the mantle, I've dumped them into the tank. My future fish will certainly appreciate that they're swimming over some shells from Hilton Head, some little stones from Brighton beach in England, a flat rock from Dachau, a skipping stone from Point Pelee, and some beach glass from Galveston. A weird little collection that, when put all together, represents the life of someone I maybe don't know.
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fish! I don't know the fish story but I won't own fish again either. probably for a different reason - they are more difficult to take care of than dogs or cats because they live in something that has to be cleaned often. and therefore I cannot own them again.
I too collect stones and shells from places I've been. maybe I can put them in a fish tank and just never get fish.
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