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Some people pay thousands of dollars

for a little piece of carbon,

all because it catches the light and sparkles.

Some people spend their lives

underground in the black dirt and ancient rock

chipping away at the walls, just to uncover the miniscule chips

of earth-bound starlight.

But I...

I sit on my dock and swing my feet in the water,

and instantly I am rich, wealthier than the greatest tycoon,

and the air is filled with the worlds greatest diamonds.

Not just clear, either.

They are the green of the sea,

the blue of the sky,

and when they fall before the sun they are red,

the bleeding red of sunset,

and the sun itself is captured in the crystalline drops.

Let them have their carbon,

let them have their diamond rings and bracelets,

let them shove rods of steel and aluminum and silver through their ears.

Leave me my murky water,

leave me my salt and my seaweed and my oystershells,

leave me my bare feet, calloused as they are,

leave me my unadorned fingers and toes and wrists and ankles.

For I make my diamonds.


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[A/N] Inspired by something a friend said she had to write for her English class. She had to write about bubbles or something similar...shiny, sparkly, pretty, all that kinda stuff. So of course I thought of Galveston Bay: salty, murky, gross, sandy, smelly, polluted, the whole nine yards. I couldn't resist ^_^

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