A new shell? Yet a new shell have I found. A new shell that cracked open and fell away surreptitiously, last night, admist dancing and singing and celebration.
And this morning I awaken to a new skin, fragile, thinner than paper. This new skin is tender; requires tenderness, tending to.
Slowly, I will expose it to the light.
Later, surely, will I allow it to be touched, my brave, new skin.