The story goes that every time you bury a chipped or broken sand dollar correctly, with love, an swweet angel finds it on the beach in heaven. With her black flowing curls gracefully draped around her shoulders, she picks it up, lovingly, and kisses it. She then tosses it gently back into the sea. As soon as the sand dollar hits the water, it's freed. And another one is reborn, back on earth. They say that eventually, the same sand dollar you buried finds it's way back to you, somehow. And when you find it, it will be just a skeleton again, but this time it will be perfect. Not a chip, not a crack. It will be porcelain white, beautiful, but fragile as a doll. Dolls aren't to be broken, just loved and kept safe. Because if you pick it up and appreciate it's beauty, they say it as if you are blessed forever.
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Jeremy and the Moon Dancer
Short Story***Disclaimer *****I wrote this when I was 15 as an extra credit project for my English class about love and redemption. This does not accurately reflect my current writing capabilities. I know it's cheesy. I know it's unintentionally funny at parts...
