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Clear blue crystals gather together, shimmering in the sunlight. Racing and tumbling, folding and kneading themselves into tiny balls of foam. They capture and bend ever changing rays of light, bouncing it back towards the sky. Prisms of color, prisms of blue, flickering, filtering, wavering. Building, building, for a death defying act, they wait till they can absolutely wait no more. Clear blue crystals, now frothing on their crest, plunge themselves down into the deep, receding depths of darkness, unconcerned with the price to be paid. For a brief moment, sounds of laughter before the wind, tears upon the shore... Slipping, sliding back in silence, intermingling of new color and new friends. Slurrying around in eddies and whirlpools, giddy with the thought of survival, the excitement of life. Regrouping this time, clear blue crystals spiral vertically, energetically, caught up in wild, carefree emotions. Their drive is contagious as they climb their way to the top. Higher, higher, they go, rainbows of sunlight spinning like pinwheels. Drawing together tighter and tighter, holding on desparately to one another, they suddenly burst free in an explosion of brilliance. Free-falling like rain to the depths below, sounds of laughter before the wind. � 1998 Barbara Seaton |
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