Rocks Delight Me
Rocks appease me like nothing else can. Best of all, they are cheap, all over the place and the best price.
A born die-hard rock enthusiast, I love hard ones, smooth ones, speckled ones, and crumbly ones.
I enjoy their look, their touch, and sometimes the sounds they make when I hold them to my ear.
Discern feldspar from granite? Sure, but it is usually in it. Bloodstone from amber? Of course I can.
If I keep the beryl long enough, I’ll have a big hunk of emerald, but we are talking dynasties.
Give me something harder please, a new challenge, a stone I have never seen before.
Labs are creating new ones all the time? Oh, goody.
I graduated from rocks to gemstones; it was a natural progression.
Chrysoprase, opals, rubies, and moonstones are my personal favorites.
Occasionally an emerald or topaz calls to my heart, and I add it to my collection.
Unfortunately, my tastes are a little more expensive now, but I still bring home the free ones.
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