“I must come when the sky is burnt / the color of a mussel shell”
—from Peter Balakian, “The Mussel Shell”
I meant to just send you pretty pictures of shells with the child feeling of the end of summer feet in wet sand, discovering at the foamy edge of the sea a mysterious spiral from the deep. Shells washed up like peach-coloured pearly surrealist homes …
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