have been, without question, bags of sand from fancy beaches. I use it for incense holders, paper weights, decoration, … … …
In fact, I am jealous when other people receive more sand than I do.
When I was little and my dad returned home from the Desert Storm war, he gave me a couple of tiny tabasco bottles. I love those bottles, but I can’t do anything with their modest contents. Years later, when I noticed the big tabasco bottles that my dad gave to other people, I was jealous!
When someone travels to an amazing place, I am happiest when I have been given a tiny piece of that place. [Call me an ungrateful non-capitalist if you will, and I’m happy to get the fuck out.]