Coastlines are magical. Think about seaglass for example. Bottles and jars tumble on the seabed for decades, worn smooth and tossed back to shore as seaglass or ‘mermaids’ tears’. I found these little miracles on the Fleurieu.
And look at Fort Bragg California -it’s a feast of seaglass with not a jagged edge to be seen.
Am I right or wrong about coastlines being magical?