Buried Fossils

July 30, 2024 Hal

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In between the sporadic bird activity yesterday, I was glancing down at the river rock in our hardscape and noticed a tiny fossil inside a golf ball sized rock that was split in two. I began to ponder for a moment, then came this…

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤,
𝐘𝐞𝐭, 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭,
𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,
𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤,
𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.
𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞,
𝐍𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐈, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

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