Mihai had asked his father about the man one summer when the family went to the Black Sea. His father had picked up a clam shell and held it out for his young son to examine. 'Something used to live here,' he’d said that day. 'This was its house. The inside, the essence of the clam—the part that gave it life—died, and the house became empty.' From the outside, it looked the same as it always had, just like the man. He was a shell of who he used to be.
-Taryn R Hutchison
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