While I waited for my car to have routine maintenance done, I escaped the noise in the waiting room and did my yoga practice next to the stone wall at the far end of the dealership parking lot. The wall gave me the illusion of privacy. I’ve always considered it an ugly wall—cement and random rocks. Then I noticed that some of those random rocks, up close, were full of tiny crystals.
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