The flash of a flushed blue bird, the textured grain of weathered wood, the lines in an old man's creased face, a broken egg shell. Often it is not gold nor is it silver. Sometimes it is the face of a long forgotten and well worn coin. Beauty is where we find it.
The coin attached to this post oozes character and beauty and it is not gold. I looked beyond the city and I looked beyond the facades and I found beauty at my feet. Take your time and learn to see. We may look and not see.. God Bless.. Jerry..
2 comments:
So true! Beautiful coin...the places it has seen!
This is my first time to see this coin. I think ancient people used this coin as their method of buying. Or they are just making barter to exchange their goods into a coin.
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