At the super fun Toy Shop of Concord, I buy them individually.
Some of them I keep in a special lamp.
Some of them I keep in a dusty jar.
There's no rhyme or reason to what I choose when I buy. I pick what moves me, different things on different days.
This one looks like a planet.
This one imprisons a frozen flame.
And this one, barely paler than my skin, giggles all over with polka dots.
See? I still have quite a few marbles, lots of different kinds. And I know just where they all are. And I know just how to hold onto them, too, firmly, but not so tightly as to block the light.
(I think that one looks like it's made of grape popsicles swirled with cream. What do you think?)