By: Jana Greene
“Look what I found!” my oldest daughter exclaimed, cupping something in her small hands. Beach sand flew up behind her feet as she ran toward me.
When she opened them, I saw the perfect oval of bleach glass, as big as a silver dollar and the same color as her sea-foam green eyes. I congratulated her on the find.
“You can buy sea glass at any old gift shop,” she stated proudly. “But the best ones are never man-made.”
We walked together toward the water’s edge, where her little sister was playing sea-tag. At eight years old, she still enjoyed the game – teasing the waves with her toes and shrieking with glee as she out-raced them every time.
My oldest girl, holding the glass and rubbing the smooth edges with her thumb, asked, “How did it get to be so smooth? Glass is mostly sharp!”
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