Mineing is like wishing dishes in the sink,
You don't know what will come up if anything,
You just have to sit back and watch,
Rocks and minerals,
They are the same thing as the pioneers used to search for billions years ago but today anything that you might find is much more valuable today,
You will need to wash what you have collected before you get it inspected to determine how much it is worth,
Rocks have been touched by multiple hands,
People play tricks on others disguised rocks as less vulnerable and they may not be rocks in the first place.
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