Have you ever thought about sea glass?

Isn't it amazing to think that broken glass; something that once would have cut deep, that would have drawn blood, has become a treasure to collect?

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It is only after years of being thrown around, washed up and drawn out again and again across the sand, processed, that a tiny piece of glass becomes worthy of being a keepsake.

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The sharp and jagged edges soften.

The colour softens too.

It becomes something that is easier to hold. 

A token to behold.

 

This is a blog about the sea glass of my heart.

Each piece in a different stage of processing.

Some already soft, others still raw and jagged. 

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It is a privilege to be able to share with you. 

Thank you for reading along.