Day 50: March 24 (written)
A clam spits out a pearl. Nasty thing. It hates getting grit inside and enjoys when the giant mess is gone. But, like clockwork, the huge stomping ones come, thrashing away in the waves to shove at one another to seize the clam’s expelled dirt. It watches every time and cannot comprehend them. What funny, preposterous creatures! To strive so hard to possess encased dirt that irritated it.
Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.