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Message:: [QUOTE="Captainkirk, post: 1742845, member: 2356"]Beach Glass      by Kirk Dobson I woke this morning on a beach,Lying in the sand.A piece of purple beach glasswas nestled in my hand. I wondered where it came from,sat up and looked around,and there were many more of themscattered on the ground. My curiosity awoke,my consciousness soon followed.I slowly crept out of the sandmy body weight had hollowed.The sun was rising in the East,I walked that way and followed. I seemed to be in some strange land,that was not sea or wood.The sea was wet, the woods were dark,this middle place was good. The trees were leaning towards the sea, their roots caressed the water.The water rushed in toward the trees,with all their driftwood fodder. There were some boulders in my wayI could not go around.I skipped along the tops of themthen floated to the ground. I trudged ahead still heading East,not knowing where I headed.Not daring to turn left or right,toward areas I dreaded. I spotted a small silver fishslap-flapping in the sand, I carefully bent down and gently placed him in my hand. His flapping ceased, he stared at mein quiet desperation."Please help me" he said, in a formof fish communication. I took him to the water andI softly set him free.I never will forget him, though he won't remember me. I started walking East again,then noticed, with a frown,the sun was headed Westward now.I stopped and turned around. At once, I noticed something graywas splashing in the waves.A mouse was floundering in the surf,and badly needed saved. I boldly walked into the surf,my first time off the land. I carefully bent downand gently placed him in my hand. I carried him up to the beach,then towards the leaning trees.I set him gently on the ground,he shook a bit and sneezed. He looked me straight into my eyes,now, here's the strangest part,I felt a wave of gratitudedown deep inside my heart. A little further Westerly,I came upon a bird.Jumping and squawking noisily,and acting quite absurd. Her leg was tangled in a linesome fisherman had tossed.If I could not remove it nowher leg would sure be lost. I made some gentle noisesand approached her in the sand. I carefully bent down,and gently placed her in my hand. I cautiously removed the linearound the seagull's leg.She slowly limped away from me,towards her nest and egg. I smiled at her proudly,I think she smiled back.My heart was filled with joy again,I hoped it wouldn't crack. I tried to find the little fishwho's existence I had spared,but all I saw was something sparkling purple lying there. As I looked down I saw a piece of beach glass in the sand. I carefully bent downand gently placed it in my hand. The sun was moving faster nowcareening toward the West,but I could not keep up with it,although I tried my best. Eventually, I came upon a depression in the sand.I recognized it as the placeI'd entered beach glass land. I lie down on the sand that hadbeen moistened by my tears,I realized this walk had taken over eighty years. the leaning trees were driftwood now, the boulders turned to sand.My crippled fingers barely hold the beach glass in my hand. And now I will drift off to sleep,as we all must, my friend,and only hope tomorrowI'll wake up in beach glass land. As I lie in my depression,Softly sparkling in the sand, God carefully bent downand gently placed me in His hand.[/QUOTE]

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