A shell in my hand

A cone, a shell,

Laced with master strokes

Filled with joy and wonder.

I hold it and it holds me.

I gaze at it and it enfolds me.

Lines, circles, patterns.

Undulating,straight;

Reverberating with life

No matter how far away it is from its home.

Giving me visions of the sea,

Sharing with me what it feels like to live

Under…and now, away from home,

Being glad to be here, with me.

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