A few quintillion grains of sand; five waves a minute for eons. Inevitably the masterpiece emerges, an homage to the sea by all the land creatures. Reaching down, muzzle and hoof and beak, they bow to touch the sculptor's quicksilver hand.
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Hi Anonymous -- Thanks for visiting, and for your comment. I really appreciate it! Quintillion is a word I've probably not used more than twice in my life. It's ten to the 18th power.
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing...
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Mary Beth! I think this is your first comment here -- welcome! I hope you'll come back, and, when you see something you especially like, please share it! Have a wonder-ful weekend...
ReplyDeleteQuintillion!!! WOW- That is a number I have not heard of- Love the shape of the sand- Nice poetry
ReplyDeleteHi Anonymous -- Thanks for visiting, and for your comment. I really appreciate it!
ReplyDeleteQuintillion is a word I've probably not used more than twice in my life. It's ten to the 18th power.