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Since I was twelve, I have had a difficult relationship with my mother. Several years ago, I was preparing to embark on a trip to France with my friend, Cindy. I asked my mother what I could get for her in France -- chocolates, perfume -- she gave me a short list and then added, "And a heart shaped stone." "What?" "When you're at Mont St. Michel, see if you can't find me a heart shaped stone." And I did. We were walking along the causeway, just before the tide came in (this is before they added the slick, raised, paved causeway). I looked down and saw a heart-shaped stone. I have made it one of my travel traditions to look for a heart-shaped stone for my Momma...even if we aren't speaking. I have a nice little collection now.   A dark greenish heart stone I found near castle ruins in Scotland.   A heart shaped stone that appears to be a piece of masonry I found near a chateau in France.   A smooth light gray ...