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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 12:00 pm
She sees a large rock, blue-gray in color, cracked down the middle. In the crack are redish crystals, spires of every shape and size reaching for the sun's light. When they catch it a brilliant fiery color washes the stone holding them.
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