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Chipped and perfect Sand Dollar
It's amazing where we find ourselves.
As she walks along the shore, you see her staring endlessly at the sands floor.
Why would someone come to a place filled with so much beauty around, only to embrace what was below that she kept reaching for on the ground.
Maybe there is beauty her eyes met upon that floor, it was far overlooked since most individuals are focused on the oceans waves crashing to shore.
I would be remise to suggest her serene bliss, every time she found another without any chips.
She suddenly reached and this bend took some time to realign her spine, but when she did you seen the sun hit a tear rolling down her cheek, I watched her lips read, chipped enough and beautiful like me.
It was the beauty of the ocean that allowed her to see that her pain her heart was a little imperfect, but God made her perfect, like all her sand dollars collected, would be.
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Sierra Mazzucca
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