Sand


Sand dances on the beach,
Blows through grass,
Plays with the air.
Weathered matter so fine and in such vast quantities.
Granular material shaped over time.
the life of a single grain is unimaginable.
Half a billion years on the go,
Only to end up between my toes.

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