“I’ll not attempt to make much of a dead clam’s ascendancy, except to offer it as further evidence that the world is full of both beauty and breakage. If there’s an illusionless behest on the beach today, it’s this: how to live well, here, among the delicacies and ruins, the necessary insufficiencies of mystery and loss.”
from Barbara Hurd’s “Angel Wings” in Walking the Wrack Line: On Tidal Shifts and What Remains
