Joe’s scattered ingenuity punctuated his every day job. He wanted to be the “one”, the select, not the ordinary man everyone thought him to be. The quality of the unusual remained elusive for Joe.
As he turned the piece of amber in his hands, watching the sunlight show the mix of hues in the stone, he realized he was similar—with unflagging attempts to be what it was not—a gemstone, and the changes it had gone through, being buried for centuries and still have a life of beauty.
Wordle #338
The Bag Lady 
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