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On the few occasions in July and August I walked the stretch of beach I am most familiar with, I was rewarded with several finds like the one represented above. Although I've come across similar shells, I always seem to feel as if I've discovered something unique and special each time I have the luck to find one almost intact. Are these almost whole things picked up off a rocky stretch of seashore a metaphor for a life lived, a period of time, the past or the future?