Sea Shells

I picked up three sea shells during an early morning walk on the beach. One was rough with jagged edges, one broken and the other was smooth and round. I thought of my own life. The broken pieces of my past and the long, rough journey to where I am now. I feel the peace of acceptance and look forward to the future. I hold the shells in my hand, none perfect, but all beautiful in their own way.
I picked up three sea shells during an early morning walk on the beach. One was rough with jagged edges, one broken and the other was smooth and round. I thought of my own life. The broken pieces of my past and the long, rough journey to where I am now. I feel the peace of acceptance and look forward to the future. I hold the shells in my hand, none perfect, but all beautiful in their own way.
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