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The jewels of the sea are washed upon the shore, every hue ordinary-extraordinary. At first glance they appear the same, yet Sam cares to pause, to let her eyes travel over them one at a time. Each is unique in shape and size; as different as a fingerprint. Alone each is a pebble, together they are the beach, finer than any image made by oils and brush, more alive than any made still through a lens.

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The sea spray splattered the pebbles that were scattered along the beach. The salty waster in the pebbles made them sparkle when the sun shone down on them

By purplecompton, May 29, 2014.
General

The small, wet pebbles that lined the beach sparkled in the lingering light of sunset. The water was almost still, small waves occasionally hitting the beach with little force. I reached down to pick one up, running my thumb over its smooth surface. It was perfectly round, with no sharp edges or jagged curves. I swung my arm back and flicked my wrist, watching the small pebble skip across the surface of the sea.

By unfinishedsentenc, May 29, 2014.