After a light rain, I thought about walking on the beach to look for seagrass. I identify with seaglass. I have been broken, beaten against rocks, swept away by winds, and over time my sharp edges have been smoothed by the battering of the elements. I have emerged triumphant and reformed.
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Seagrass began as a bottle of some sort (perfume, soda, whiskey, etc,)
The rarest color to find is pink, and some purple.
All shapes and sizes