The sky is huge in Tucson. High clouds cast a yellow tint on the mountains that rim this dry, arid town. I’m standing in the middle of a parking lot, which normally barren, is now a crushing combination of giant white tents and tables laden with heavy rocks and fossils. Throngs of kooky collectors in Grateful Dead tees, chakra-aligned gem buyers fresh …
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