There once was a girl who was found herself by the seaside with nothing to do. Leaving her parents behind, she made her way along the shore, picking seashells from the fine sand as he did, and casting them aside after examining them for a few seconds. You see there always seemed to be something wrong with the shells; a chip, a mark a blemish of sort, or simply disturbing asymmetry.
This went on for about ten minutes before she picked up a lovely pearly white shell. Symmetrical and with no ugly lines trailing around it's exterior, a hint of jade green coming from the interior. She paused, taking in for a moment the beauty of the abandoned home of the expired sea creature; and kept it in her pocket.
She continued to amble down the beach, looking for more seashells to keep. That night, she brought it home and put it on her shelf and left it there. Eventually over time, the seashell became grimy, turning black from neglect. It's previously smooth surface now covered in fuzz and dirty dust.
Disgusted, she threw it back out into the ocean and left the beach. Eventually, she moved away from the house, moved away from the beach; leaving the shell underwater, where it would wash up back onto the shore, a long time later. White, pristine again.
Maybe one day she'll remember how the shell was before, and will question why the shell turned black over time. Maybe one day she'll go back to the beach, and look hard enough to find the shell again.
Maybe all she'll remember is the griminess, and shudder hard in her sleep as she tosses and turns. Maybe as she grows up, she'll simply forget.
I wait.
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