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Sea Glass

At night it captures the moon. Like a werewolf coming out of a cocoon. If we are quiet. We can hear it split. Into pieces, sharper than before. It’s not something you can buy in a store. It’s a treasure that just appears. Sparkling against our fears. We fear a cut on our hands. As we dig through the sands. We hold it up like a coin. Then toss it into the water for fish to join.

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