Sea Glass The colors of the waves in this photo reminded me of a poem I read a long time ago in the New Yorker that ended: “Merged and turning to bottle-green glass, they hold us dear as wine

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follow I have no idea what the poet’s name was, and my googling finds it was in the New Yorker in 1989, but I don’t have a subscription, so I can’t find out more. Anyway, great poem, and a great moment with my kids.

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