1.   The woman leads us down a long corridor of unvarnished cedar boards worn smooth by centuries of slippered feet.

2.   Here is a bed of small boulders, worn smooth and round by the relentless pounding of the waves.

3.   Now its sharp edges have been ground down, worn smooth and polished by a river of wintertimes.

4.   She places an oil palm nut on top, into a spot worn smooth from hours of smashing.

5.   Upon leaving, we all rub for luck the wooden Buddah whose face has been worn smooth and flat by a million hopeful hands.