Ordinary stones...

How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.

Gifts from traveling friends + my own collection.
Clockwise starting with round black stone: from Rio Grande, Mt. Kailash, Maine coast, 
New Zealand, Bolivia, tiny one from Ireland and Hawaiian coral in the center.
Can you guess which ones I picked up?

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