Dad would order rocks from some company and they would be just plain old looking rocks, but he would order "agate', jasper, bloodstone, and other gemstones. He would slice them in thickness according to the "finding" (the silver or other setting) .
You never knew what you were going to see. At first not much, but a rock that looked like one you might pick up from the ground. But then he would begin to shape it, cutting it into an oval or sometimes a square. The "lily" just appeared in one of the slices. The next slice had no lily. I think it's beautiful.
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