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|PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy|
Picking through bits and sticks, they don’t understand the beauty I see. The hikers, bikers and other forest visitors give me a wide berth, as I pick my way through the dirt at the side of the trail.
A little stone here and a fossil there. Each trinket from this wild place holds the potential to become jewelry, a part of a wishing bag or plaque for the wall.
Whispering voices pass by. “What’s he doing? Stay away, maybe he’s crazy.”
Joke’s on them. Those same voices lift in joy when they discover my treasure, and my bank account swells.