I found these without looking for them.
Different shapes, different histories, all carried here by the same water. Some intact, some chipped, some emptied of what once lived inside them — still beautiful, still worth keeping for a while.
I like how the sea doesn’t curate. It returns things without explaining their backstory, without ranking what survived better. It just gathers, releases, moves on. What arrives together doesn’t have to match — it only has to belong to the same moment.
Maybe that’s what this is about.
Not completeness, not symmetry, but coexistence. Things that endured differently, resting side by side, borrowing warmth from the same towel.
Nothing here is permanent.
That’s why it feels honest.
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