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Nothing, nothing at all
     is born,
dies, the shell says again
     and again
from the depth of hollowness
     its body
swept off by tide — so what?
     It sleeps
in sand, drying in sunlight
in moonlight. Nothing to do
     with sea
or anything else. Over
     and over
it vanishes with the wave.

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