The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

between two exposed roots near the water line.

I bent down, my knees stiff from the damp air, and reached into the cold mud.

It was a small, polished stone, perfectly shaped like a heart, resting on a single dry oak leaf.

I wiped the mud from its surface with my thumb, the stone feeling cool and perfectly smooth against my skin.

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