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We used to go searching for rubies in the gully behind the school. Not that we ever found them, but sometimes the bits of granite that lined the muddy trench had a sparkle that caught our eyes. We used to find little round stones as well, plain and smooth, but full of colorful crystals when smashed on larger rocks. These we dubbed rubies.
In those days the gully wasn’t much more than a clay lined ditch on the edge of the school’s playground. When we grew tired of the hot metal bars and the pinching chains of the swings we would inevitably wander towards the mysterious allure of the gully. The shade of its handful of trees was a welcome relief in the summer. And after heavy rains there would be puddles, and new rocks, and the clay would be a brilliant burnt red. 
Now, of course, it’s all gone. They bulldozed the playground when the school closed. The whole area’s zoned to be a mall or something, and I’m sure I’ll go check it out when the construction is done. But I’ll never forget that somewhere under all the asphalt and concrete and metal, down in a little clay ditch, we searched for rubies.

Ruby

We used to go searching for rubies in the gully behind the school. Not that we ever found them, but sometimes the bits of granite that lined the muddy trench had a sparkle that caught our eyes. We used to find little round stones as well, plain and smooth, but full of colorful crystals when smashed on larger rocks. These we dubbed rubies.

In those days the gully wasn’t much more than a clay lined ditch on the edge of the school’s playground. When we grew tired of the hot metal bars and the pinching chains of the swings we would inevitably wander towards the mysterious allure of the gully. The shade of its handful of trees was a welcome relief in the summer. And after heavy rains there would be puddles, and new rocks, and the clay would be a brilliant burnt red. 

Now, of course, it’s all gone. They bulldozed the playground when the school closed. The whole area’s zoned to be a mall or something, and I’m sure I’ll go check it out when the construction is done. But I’ll never forget that somewhere under all the asphalt and concrete and metal, down in a little clay ditch, we searched for rubies.

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