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My collection is small but growing. I hope it is the type of collection that by the time I am gray-haired I can look at it and smile because of its variety and depth. It is made up of sea glass, small rounded stones, and broken shells that are smoothed to perfection by years of being tossed through sand and waves. The contents of the jar are pieces collected from the Pacific, Atlantic, and Mediterranean coasts, as well as from the banks of Lake Michigan and the Mississippi River. My compulsion to pick up these pieces was at first annoying - I felt that I was too old to be fascinated by wet stones, yet as an adult I was literally leaving beaches with sandy pockets full of them. Now I find them to be treasures that are almost like secrets that only I understand. I know the time I spend looking for the perfect stones and trying to find the tiny nuggets of sea glass. I never know in advance exactly what I am looking for until I see it, so the ones that make it into the jar have an extra special something that made me reach for it among thousands of others. And they are mine.
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