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RUSTY OLIVES I do not know how to define its form, not like coins, not like almonds. Neither big or small, although they look a little down. They are beautiful but not very useful, I need some glasses to use them. Once a year I have to take them to the hospital to be in control the situation. Some green and brown rings protect a couple of shiny black pearls, delicate and capricious with other people's hands. It depends on the light received they become of mint or chocolate. My precious rusty olives Clara MireiaCáncerMercadé,Spain