Seashells, by Ray S

In a most quiet time I have found a treasure chest of sea shells, each one a different and radiant color.

I can reach down into their midst and pull up two handfuls with the excess falling back into a music-like pile.

Here’s the beauty and magic of each one of these shells. In something short of a century there have been or are still, a shell for each of those years, actually hundreds of little shells standing for the events of a lifetime. They are memory keepsakes, memories stored away for ever so long; some brighter than others and a number of not so bright or happy.

But like the waves washing to the shore, more shells and newly-made memories appear, to be added to our collection of a lifetime.

© 12 March 2018

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