A solitary shell, open, empty, unwanted;
filled with the gases we call air.
Broken, divided, it can never be the same.
Once it was a home, life untouched, nature unchanged.
The tide returns, filling the bay with sea,
bird prints wash away, shells disappear,
but it will never be the same.
Ciaran Burke
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