“This is a snail shell, round, full and glossy as a horse chestnut. Comfortable and compact, it sits curled up like a cat in the hollow of my hand. On its smooth symmetrical face is pencilled with precision a perfect spiral, winding inward to the pinpoint center of the shell, the tiny dark core of the apex, the pupil of the eye.”
“It stares at me, this mysterious single eye — and I stare back.”
from Gift From The Sea ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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