sometimes I capture a living one
in my plastic bags recess
misplaced amid other shells
they offer a distinct oceanic waft
expiry proffers olfactory comfort
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
sometimes I capture a living one
in my plastic bags recess
misplaced amid other shells
they offer a distinct oceanic waft
expiry proffers olfactory comfort
When I was younger I gathered variable coquina's from the beach. I did not understand that some of them were living, and I remember finding the smell in my collection bag being comforting - then one day I realized that I had killed living creatures. The smell is still comforting on some level.
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