sea glass

[Leanne]

I rather think that all my discarded bottles are remembering raucous, happy barbecues with family, psychedelic rock karaoke, birthday cakes and celebrations of love.  

There is always beauty in the stories of the broken.  In addition, a piece of glass may enter the human body and remain there without any fear of rejection -- we embrace fragments but do not assume them to be part of ourselves, merely passengers.