Iron disk at Camp 18; Stone on the beach, Ostwald West State Park.
It does not seem to matter, edges, surfaces, none will last. The unrelenting assault by air, water, microorganism, blowing particles, transforms crystalline substance to a labyrinthine of complex material. At edges, growth and decay are indistinguishable. Mineral aggregate a foundation for rooting, iron in love with oxygen, in exothermic bursts combine. An explosion of amorphous form erupts outward embracing the atmosphere. Curious that there is such an affinity for the eye and mind of man.

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