I love the sound of marblesscattered on the worn wooden floor,like children running away in a game of hide-and-seek.I love the sight of white marbles,blue marbles,green marbles, black,new marbles, old marbles,iridescent marbles,with glass-ribboned swirls,dancing round and round.I love the feel of marbles,cool, smooth,rolling freely in my palm,like smooth-sided starsthat light up the worn world.