When we go to the beach, I end up with a bag of shells.

I’m a collector, therefore I am.

In random drawers in my house you’ll find little bags of unmarked seashells.

When I stumble upon these , I am sometimes sad to not remember where each bag is from.

And then I had a thought. I can dump all the shells into one jar.


The accumulation of the fuzzy beach memories makes me happy.


The sum of my life experiences has made me who I am.

That is the bigger picture and the larger jar of shells.

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