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SAND 1

Sand comes in many forms
we’re most acquainted with the yellow
warm stuff found on picturesque beaches
but it can also be volcano black
or dusky purple
or not quite fully processed
yielding beaches of sharp, tiny bits of shell or little stones

But all sand is
is shells and rocks and dirt and bone
crushed and refined for millennia
by the aching ebb and flow of the tides

We all become sand
no matter how hard
we resist the ocean’s movement
but like sand, we are
beings of change
constantly sifting and churning
substance, always transforming into something new
Written by DaryaWaters (Darya Waters)
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