I created a new tradition when I moved to Charleston. Every new year I go to the ocean, find a shell, and write the date on it. I then return the shell to the ocean when the year ends. I’m a little late this year, but… something tells me the 2020 shell does not deserve to survive, so I smashed it with a hammer and threw the pieces in the garbage. Goodbye 2020, you suck.
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