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Forging Beauty of Sea-Foam and Sand
Sep. 17th, 2021 05:35 pmA Magical Skill
The most perfect of Kingdoms was built on June 16, 1932 on a beach in Spain.
It was children who built it. They piled onto the beach as the tide fell down, reached the still wet sand and began their ambitious architectural work. A mound of sand to shape into a towered castle was first, then tiny buildings to sit in its shadow, then a wall to protect them from returning waves and errant crabs.
It was a work of care and love, with carefully shaped columns and the best seashells one could find. As they worked, the sand seemed to be more pliable to their will, acting to show their dreams of the best of castles rather than what their hands could achieve. Birds swept low, dropping feathers and interesting leaves or flowers. Crabs build a pile of shells and stones outside the walls. The tides themselves brought forth the best of building materials for them to use. As they finished, late in the afternoon, and the tide was lapping at the edges of their walled city, tiny flowers began to grow, anemones and carnations and poppies. They dances through the little streets and atop the walls and castle like proud residents. A delicate purple orchid sat near the top, on a balcony, like a queen surveying her kingdom.
The children stood still in awe of this that they had created, and then a gentle wave struck the walls and finally cracked them. Water began to flow into the small streets.
As their parents called them to leave, the children knew their kingdom had but a few hours remaining.
But they knew then that beauty held in the heart can never die.
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The most perfect of Kingdoms was built on June 16, 1932 on a beach in Spain.
It was children who built it. They piled onto the beach as the tide fell down, reached the still wet sand and began their ambitious architectural work. A mound of sand to shape into a towered castle was first, then tiny buildings to sit in its shadow, then a wall to protect them from returning waves and errant crabs.
It was a work of care and love, with carefully shaped columns and the best seashells one could find. As they worked, the sand seemed to be more pliable to their will, acting to show their dreams of the best of castles rather than what their hands could achieve. Birds swept low, dropping feathers and interesting leaves or flowers. Crabs build a pile of shells and stones outside the walls. The tides themselves brought forth the best of building materials for them to use. As they finished, late in the afternoon, and the tide was lapping at the edges of their walled city, tiny flowers began to grow, anemones and carnations and poppies. They dances through the little streets and atop the walls and castle like proud residents. A delicate purple orchid sat near the top, on a balcony, like a queen surveying her kingdom.
The children stood still in awe of this that they had created, and then a gentle wave struck the walls and finally cracked them. Water began to flow into the small streets.
As their parents called them to leave, the children knew their kingdom had but a few hours remaining.
But they knew then that beauty held in the heart can never die.
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