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Stone clad hotels and banks, stone-faced facades. Stone monuments carved by old money. The stone-poor have no stone history, they will leave no archeology to be excavated and raised. Their throw-away artifacts go to the landfills, If they have stone. it must be dug up to clear the way for more hard-scabble. Here is a celluloid picture, I am in my prime, a pretty woman by my side, we walk a downtown boulevard where solid stone is raised high. The image engenders another image, that same photograph bursting into flame, now curling to ash in a grand chimney and hearthside, a fireplace that speaks of an opulent and gilt-edged wealth - one built of an ageless and abiding stone.

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