Fossil Worlds Yearning
Fossil Worlds Yearning
I
find
fossils;
this is my
passion and calling.
But layers of strata show a
separation from them to me, telling me of deep
time passing that will never be bridged. Oh, how I wish I could go back to those past worlds!
For my dear departed friend Dr. Terrence Frest, paleontologists/malacologists. Like those past worlds I wish him back.
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