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This seashell was a simple gift from a girl who lives nearby. A friend. The memory is now quite hazy, but still sweet.
The shell is symbolic as it once had life in the ocean, but found its way on our shores as a remnant and memory of its past. Finding a parallel between the shell and the milk teeth we grow and shed as we come of age, I combined these motifs as a poetic way to tell the story of friendships that come and go in our lives.
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This seashell was a simple gift from a girl who lives nearby. A friend. The memory is now quite hazy, but still sweet.
The shell is symbolic as it once had life in the ocean, but found its way on our shores as a remnant and memory of its past. Finding a parallel between the shell and the milk teeth we grow and shed as we come of age, I combined these motifs as a poetic way to tell the story of friendships that come and go in our lives.
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