These shells were in a glass jar on my windowsill for years. I collected them at a beach on the South Coast. Yesterday, Mis was flying around my room, she crashed into the jar, and it shattered into about a million pieces- everywhere. And I do mean EVERYWHERE. It took ages to clean. It didn't make me mad though...I'm just glad Missy wasn't hurt, and I know it was an accident. But then I was thinking, you really can't put glass back together. Such a common metaphor...I guess about fragility in life, thinking before we do things, taking care. But when bad things do inevitably happen, I guess we just have to pick up the pieces, move on, and try to find any little bit of good in it. I know, I think way too much.
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