The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-six

Tight shell on her back, she crawled out of the water. Although the lack of ability to grow in a linear fashion limited her, she knew what to do. It was time to shed her hard exoskeleton on the sand. Molting. She had outgrown the old and was ready for a new one that would allow her to freely move once again.

               Daily Shell
                    7/20/17

Ocean Whisper: I hope I never stop growing; it feels good when I release my old shell and can spread out and expand my world.