Monday, August 2, 2010


At the beach I'm not a shell-gatherer. But I do stoop to punctuate the end of each day's walks, finding some small token to stick in my pocket before reversing direction.

Like tweets, posts, moleskine journal entries, and sands through the hourglass, shells at the seashore serve nicely to notch the days in tangible form.

And like footprints in the sand, they're a good reminder: we're all destined for fossil-hood of one sort or another. This too shall pass.

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