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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-eight

The two hinged sides of the small bivalve rested in an open position on the sand. Connected by a moist ligament, her identical shells faced one another. Even though her tenant vacated its home, [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-two

The shell Craig picked up was the biggest in my collection. I happily added it to the others. When Craig came into our family, I gained a son-in-law, a husband to my daughter, a brother-in-law to [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-eight

I picked up the surviving sliver and asked, “Where are the other pieces?” I was once broken too. Loss separated me from the life I had with another. I turned inward. There, a little [...]

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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 [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Eighteen

One by one, my friend Wendy rescued the shell family from the shallow water and brought them to my hands for safekeeping. Ocean Whisper: When I am given an opportunity to extend my hand to a [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Seventeen

Sometimes I have to remind myself that after a dark night, the sun will dutifully rise to spread the warmth of its morning light. Ocean Whisper: Deep within the darkness, a flicker of light waits.

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The Daily Shell: Number Sixteen

The view on the beach of my son and daughter playing with their own children mirrored my life of three decades ago. I thanked God for the reflection. Ocean Whisper: The ripples of my life pool [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirteen

Low tide. Cool sand. Bright sunlight. I welcome a new day on my morning walk.   Ocean Whisper: Nature provides us with a reset; each day begins in a state of innocence.

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The Daily Shell: Shell Number Eleven

We looked at each other in the morning sun light. And then we went home together. Ocean Whisper: Each relationship begins with a first glance.

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The Daily Shell: Shell Number Seven

My grandchild Charlotte and I walked hand in hand on the beach. It was her turn to find a shell. Ocean Whisper: God scatters precious gifts on the shoreline; little hands inspect the sand and [...]

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