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My mug of black tea is cooling by the open window ...
It is a simple thing, really—a bit of color preserved just as it was found. I wish our mineral supply chains followed that same straight line, but instead, we seem intent on the most scenic route possible. We break our backs hauling heavy ore out of American soil, only to load it onto a massive ship headed for a refinery halfway across the globe because we lack the domestic facilities to finish the job. Then, we pay a premium to buy back the refined metal we dug up in the first place. It is a strange sort of logic that values the export of raw potential over the common sense of keeping the work, and the security, right here at home. Does anyone else find it odd that we are content to be the world's quarry but not its laboratory?
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