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Shells on the Shore
I walked along the beach today.
I picked up shells; whole sand dollars.
I looked at them and threw them back into the ocean.
Because if I were to meet my death in a foreign place,
I would want to be returned home; to where I belonged.
I ran along the beach today.
Nothing changed but the faces going by.
Dogs might have chased me; surely just figments of my imagination...
I've always wanted a picture of me and the beach.
The silhouette of my body perfectly outlined by the sunset and the waves crashing around me.
Oh, such a wild imagination.
I strolled along the beach today.
I saw surfers and sea otters.
I'm sure you have heard,
Otters hold hands so they don't lose each other.
I want to be a sea otter.
Maybe my love for my friends and family would be so strong that I wouldn't want to let go.
I am a sea otter.
I just didn't choose to be let go of; forever a drift in the waves.
...Having to brave the surf alone is a scary thing.
Today, I saw the shells on the shore.
I saw beauty and uniqueness in all of them.
Each one, a diamond.
And that is exactly what we are.
Shells on the shore..