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sarah needed some
rocks for a project and
luckily this planet has them in abundance,
stones freshly exposed by a
receding tide,
slow to dry under feeble winter sun,
others
in funky low spots cloaked in
living slime,
but the best required some
wading to get
to, the depths of their true
colors revealed
only underwater, shimmering like gems in a
jewelers case, set against a bed of velvet
silt,
a hand parts the current to pluck a treasure,
the common made precious by attention.
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