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Dad's Favorite

My father had surgery a couple of weeks ago - serious surgery.  Which got started quite a bit later than scheduled.  So, while we waited for him to go up to the operating room, we talked.  About rocks.  Well, other things too, but we always end up talking about rocks.  And, as we talked, it occured to me that my Dad has a favorite.  Not me.  A favorite rock.

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