The boulder now sat in the pit, off towards the northeast corner of the workshop footprint. Aldo descended the dozer to inspect that massive stone. The size and shape of it were perplexing to him. Never in his life had he seen any mineral that was nearly so perfectly spherical. The surface, up close, was rough and dimpled with small craters, similar to the shell of a geode. It was somber and colorless, covered in dust and dirt from being underground for ages.
In his stricken state, he broke from the labor of removing the boulder and sat on the earthen wall he had carved out of the ground, to study and admire that stone. With his sketchbook and markers, he dashed off a few quick drawings of the boulder’s form; how it sat in the pit, its relation with the background and the woods beyond. He did his best to represent the feel and the force that this rock expelled.
The sun proceeded on its usual declining course through the sky and he only left the stone to go make dinner, which he ate outside with the company of his freshly excavated companion. By the time it was dark and the boulder was barely visible, he had made up his mind to not move the stone again. Over that afternoon, he had grown to be so enamored with this odd rock that he decided it would be best to leave it where it lay and to allow it to become a part of the workshop. For how could something so incredible be discarded and slowly lost and forgotten with the sands of time? No, this boulder deserved much more. It deserved admiration and he felt it was uncovered by him to be the one that appreciated that magnificence.
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