Shell-like
Like my aging hairline, springs ice slowly recedes. Unlike my hairline, the receding ice reveals treasures hidden for many months.
I see things laying about and wonder how they came to be there. The shell is very tiny and may have been on a child's bracelet or necklace.
Was it a sad day when the shell was missed?
I hope not. I hope that the child thought it was time for the shell to move on to someone else.
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Hum, makes me remember the time my mother put her rings on the Thanksgiving table and then later bundled the tablecloth up and shook the crumbs--and rings--out back. She had to wait for the spring thaw to find the rings but they showed up. I should put this story on my blog someday.
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