The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-three
She was known as the Queen of the Sea. Years of salty waves pitted and scuffed her once smooth ebony shell. All of her inhabitants moved out. Her spiral interior is empty. I pushed away the sand that surrounded her crown and gently pulled her out and took her home. She was not alone any more.
Ocean Whisper: Change comes to all of us; may you have the blessing of a gentle hand to carry you home.