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Two Shells

Sometimes, not very often, I find a near perfect shell on the beach.  By perfect, I mean in good shape and with no one living in it.

Apple Murex


Other times I find a shell that is far, far from in perfect shape and yet I am so fascinated by it somehow that it ends up in my pocket.  I loved the spirals visible inside this shell that I would not have seen had it been whole.

Junonia


My lesson for the day is that even our imperfections serve a purpose.

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  1. I have quite a collection of shells from the Florida beaches and I love every one of them. They wew given to me by a family member living in Florida.

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  2. I used to love the unusual ones also. I never found a sand dollar however. Think you might be on the best coast for shells.

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  3. Imperfection is the uniqueness of the things we find, and each other. Happy hunting for unique things.

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  4. I used to collect shells living in the South Pacific and fell in love with texture, pattern and shape. I keep this in view in my home and enjoy them everyday.

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  5. Nice reminder sent to us in a very beautiful visual form. Thanks.

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  6. Just reminded me that I left my shells from South Carolina in my landlady's RV. I guess their in Nevada by now. lol
    I love picking up shells but never have I found any this pretty and unusual. I had hoped big for some like these in Myrtle Beach but no luck.
    Every time I come over here I miss living on the coast so much. Maybe in the future I can only hope
    Have a wonderful weekend
    Love
    Maggie

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  7. And sometimes imperfections can be very intriguing and beautiful.

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  8. I think imperfections; whether in nature or people; make us stop and look closer.And we usually find wonderful surprises hiding in there.

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  9. Lucky you to find such beauties.ss

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