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a pebble of quartz,
one drop of the earth’s milk,
dirty and cold.
I held it to the light
and could almost see through it
into the grand explanation.
Put it back, something told me,
put it back and keep walking.
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Photography credit: "Rutilated Quartz," by unknown photographer, found at this link (originally color).
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