Here's to all the marvelous little shells that land on the beach to reveal some few secrets of the sea--what minerals are there, what lives there, how long they survive--and keep so many others.  It's shell is a dream.  I marvel at how the simple lives that once dwelt inside them could spin such beauty from so very little.  But there it is.






It's always a deal to find a complete shell.  One of these days, I will come across an intact sand dollar.  Meanwhile, though, I like peering inside the broken ones along with the other fragments.  We are fragments, too.  And like these shells, we are part of a complete story that is worth thinking on.