sea shell and the ocean

sea shell on the beach

looked like a piece of an ancient statue

i stopped to pick it up

i held it in my hand

and i felt its edges graze my palm

when the ocean calls to me

i walk and walk

i could walk endlessly

my stamina is immeasurable

because ocean and i are friends

sea shell on the beach tells me stories

tells me about ancient things

hidden things

secrets

it’s smooth and light

it helps me to remember the things i never want to forget

sea shell is a momento

ocean is a friend

i hold one in my hand while walking with the other

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