To Angela.									25-01-2006
	I have some fossils I've collected stored in a little wooden box on my desk.
	Each one, to me, a gem worthy of study.
	Each one special in it's own unique way.
	Each one collected in memory of you.
	Each piece, to me priceless, yet in practicality, meaningless rock.
	Each comes from it's own distinct origin.
	Each one carries with it the secrets of it's past ...
	how it was formed,
	where it came from,
	hinting clues of it's purpose.
	In perfection, there they sit.
	Some are simple.
	Some are complicated.
	But simply, they exists.
	Maybe to tell a story another day… when the seas have all dried,
	and stone has replaced the water.