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All that glitters

Tribute to ABB Patterson Out where the ranges rise and roll,Where rivers carve the land,The quartz lies deep in granite veinsLike bones beneath the sand. It’s not by chance, nor idle whim,That crystals form so true—They’re born of fire and pressure’s gripAnd time’s relentless brew. But nestled in that stony heart,A fleck of gold may… Continue reading All that glitters