Upon the bonny sand, that warm brown sand lit gold by the risen sun, sat glass that had been smoothed to rainbow gems.
Every journey has its challenges, and being washed up is okay if you're happy with what you accomplished on your way there. Maybe this is the end, or a pause before a new beginning. I guess we will see.
You think I'm washed up? Wait until I get washed up for dinner and wear my Sunday best, then you'll see that dirt washes off and it's the man beneath it that counts.
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