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shelling, as in all things
hank

these tiny shells i search for,
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are concave on one side
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white and flat on the other
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with the golden section,
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by that i mean the shell
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like spiraling, barely visible.
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in color they appear,
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skin, skinny, skinlike, peach.
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but only on the domed side.
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sometimes spotted
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i search for them where
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the coarsest shell bits gather,
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just inside the waters edge
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at the bottom of the first drop
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and store them in my mouth,
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while i sift through the conglomerate
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that i have scooped in my hand,
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and look as though i'm eating them.
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it's hard but gets easier.
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for Mykl

24 Aug 04

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bump.
 — unknown

not takers?
 — hank

no.
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for fucks sake
 — hank

aaahhh. ssssheee shells
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it does get easier.
 — kitkat

why did not more people comment on this?  C'mon people...actually read.
 — kitkat

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haha amusing ending.
the description of the shells is a little long i think, but overall i liked it.

stev
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