Life is a shell, in the palm of your hand. Life is a shell, in the palm of your hand.

The poem is dedicated to a grandmother who spent her life for the family. The poem is dedicated to a grandmother who spent her life for the family.

The poem shows the relationship with the grand-daughter. The poem shows the relationship with the grand-daughter.

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He might get angry But that's temporary He might get angry But that's temporary

To leave without a destination is what I’ve always planned. To leave without a destination is what I’ve always planned.