My daughter and I search for days without finding any. Larger chunks, others. We comb the sands for it. We take all the glass we find home and make it into jewelry and touchstones for people to hang onto. Pour essential oils onto it so that the scents waft heanvenward and meld together with the glass to form a bond.
Words are like that.
They can fuse with each other and ignite. Or just quietly combine. We take our books with us on the sunny days to the beach. We toss words back and forth to each other and share them like the glass we find. We fit and cobble them together.