Glass

Glass is burned and melted and molded burned and melted and molded Again And again And again Until it reaches its final form Sometimes the glass is molded for beauty Sometimes the glass is molded to be put to good use And sometimes the glass breaks. Maybe the glass falls falls falls to the ground and shatters into pieces. Sometimes the pieces can be picked up and reformed into new patterns and new designs But sometimes you cannot save this glass. But despite the fact that this glass was never finished to be something beautiful or something useful It was once in the process. It was in the process of becoming more than it was. It's whole life it was in the process. Despite the fact that nobody had the chance to stare at the beauty of this glass or use this glass to hold their flowers, to the glass blower it was beautiful. He saw it in its most fragile state during its most beautiful times He shaped it deliberately every curve every corner was deliberate. Despite the fact that this glass was never used for its intent it served perfectly because to the glass blower it was beautiful.

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