Based on the following prompt: Prompt #24
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 24
Combing the beach I find a tiny curved shell
That looks like it once danced around and hugged
The body of the snail who used to live there.
I wear it close to my heart in an effort to feel
The waves that formed it, the rhythm
That pushed it to the surface and left it
As an offering, a view into the vast depths
That I will never really see. I burrow
Myself into the wet sand, watch the sun set
On a glassy blue sky, feel the salt
Cover my legs, and dream, smiling,
About floating and moving without weight
As a way of living, nothing holding me back.
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