638 - The Half-Way Mark

I'm picking through
trash.  Bits of broken gemstones that
look as though they have been pulverized with a hammer I gather together with a
damp fingertip and sweep into a tiny box for use as dust.  Perhaps it will be useful, perhaps it can be
set into glass or used to polish other stones.



There are soaked and burned books
everywhere that I gather up carefully and set together. 
Some of the