"i think we are all like pieces of glass.
i must be a thin clear shard, broken from a window.
kind of fragile, laying in a field of wheat and the sun beats on me.
you are sea glass.
one million different colors on a shoreline.
having been tossed to and fro through the ocean. seen so much. so brave. you are beautiful.
i am a piece of a window, and you are a piece from a bottle or a bud vase.
i like that. pieces of glass being sisters.
so different, but the same.
both glass. made of dust and lightening.
blown to life the same.
i think you are red sea glass my love."