So many are the colours, the patterns, in he sedimentary stones before me.  They are what once was, all bound together.  Plant and animal a part of what is seen.  Weather and water and life gave birth and so was dispensed and locked within.  Then eroded.
Even we have come from stone.  Maybe one day we will be again.  Our bodies encapsulated, unlocked slowly in the centuries to come.

(Photograph by Andy Goldsworthy of his work on a beach.)

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