In a way, the beach is both a gift shop and a cemetary.
Everyday things are picked up by children and brought home to put on her bookshelf or his nightstand.
Everyday, a clam or maybe a small snail dies.
When you think about it enough, it's pretty morbid.
Bringing home with you, the skeleton of something once living.
Something we all consider beautiful.
And while doing this, I can't help but mutter, "Rest in peace".