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"My grandmother's seashells"
My grandmother kept her seashells in her living room for everyone to see. Behind a big thick glass window all of them would sit. Some were rough and old, others shiny and new, but that was just my point of view. Even though they all look similar they come from different seas. Some are blue others are green, but the hardest ones to clean where the ones she found in the deep blue sea. The internal surface is smooth the outside is grooved seems like a perfect home for someone rude. Some of them used to be homes and others where gifts, but now all they represent are memories from an incredible trip. Even though times have changed the memories still remain, however they are there for the ocean to regain. If you listen closely you can hear the ocean speak same relaxing noise that knows how to put us all to sleep. I can’t be proud, but proud I am, because she’s the one who influenced on who I am. To see them all here right now makes me think if tomorrow they’ll be seen as a crown. Just for now the damage is done, maybe tomorrow they’ll be back where they belong. They have this shape that’s hard to ignore, I’m pretty sure I have seen it before. All these turns can make someone dizzy maybe that’s why I forgot the rest. This brown cabinet tells me all the different stories of when nature ruled with glory. Just one glimpse into this cabinet takes me back in time to the Volkswagen, remembering the long journeys into hidden caverns and looking at the blue ocean with no plastic. I wasn’t born in those days, I didn’t grow up in those days, but still the memories remain. The shells may look like an empty home but they’ll never be alone.
