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Chosen Path

I choose the sandy path, of salty air and sea spray bath. Sunny days and rolling tides, A place I can put my worries aside. I can wander the dunes and tune into the birds, Making everything else welcome blurs. I can sea shell hunt by the shore, never knowing what's in store. Finding fulgurites scattered around, Formed when lightening strikes sandy ground. Watching ships from a far, Crossing the ocean like a long lost star. I can walk in peace alone in my thoughts, Nothing more valued can be bought.

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Date: 5/2/2019 2:55:00 PM
Caren, I only found out what they were a few years ago. We have been visiting the N.C. shore the past 3 years and my brother pointed them out to me. They are formed when lightening hits the sandy shore line. It is a fusion of sand, rock and shells(any combo). All are unique in size and shape. They are not pretty looking but so unique. Thanks
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Date: 5/1/2019 11:55:00 PM
Judith, now I have to run and get my dictionary to see what a "fulgrite" is. It sounds lovely, is it 'sea glass' per chance? I will know in a few minutes. I have always wondered if sea glass is truly a thing. It sounds like it is! A beautiful poem, my friend. If you do not live on the beach, I wish you did!
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