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The first day of Fall brought with it a stinging drizzle of rain and impossible winds. He sat at the water's edge cold and shivering. He'd sat for countless years now, back when the humble rock that bore him was a cliff side reaching to the heavens. There had been a tree whose long slender arms had given him shade. Last summer the north wind had knocked it over.

There had a been a son too. Young and healthy and entirely too rebellious for his own good. In a fit rage, the old man knocked him away. Across all the land and sea known to man.

The years had not been kind, and he wearied especially tonight as the sea carved away at his ankles. He heaved a sigh and the glistening blue waters rose gently above his swaying gray hair, washing away all traces of man and stone.

The sun rose over the beach next morning as the boy walked, hand in pockets. He found nothing but a lump of rock at the waters edge and some gray hairs caught on a dead tree.

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Polymer clay, acrylic paint and protective glaze with stainless steel findings. (jump rings, head pins and clasps.) The 4 disks are textured on both side and are gold on one and blue on the other. They rotate easily on their pins so wearer can adjust to their preference.

GONE! Shannon has first dibs on this necklace, so...uhm....yeah. BWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH