The shape of the agate is suggestive. It is egg or, bubble-like. Not exactly spherical, but a little more spherical than an average rock. Oblique, maybe, or elliptical.
The average field geologist, looking at the average potential agate, knows…
The New Orleans brothel didn’t advertise itself by its street-facing side. The street-facing side said nothing. It was “nondescript”. Usually there were no windows. The front door was behind something. The brothel didn’t advertise itself, except by word of mouth.
It existed as an open secret, known to those who were in the know. Those who had carnal knowledge. A demimonde on a demised precept, in a delta of changed principle…
often of a distasteful powdery gray, a tasteful bourbon, sipped from a snifter…
but inside, mysterious crystals abound.
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