White

This is a sand dollar. A work of art. But in this photo we are merely witnessing a photo, a reproduction of art as in Walter Benjamin's "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction." The sand dollar has been the subject of many works of art over time. I have seen countless paintings, collages, and imitations of the sand dollar. Even if one does not live by a beach one may gain access to something that utilizes the sand dollar. Nothing, however, will compare to the real thing.

They were alive at one point, all of them. Hundreds of sand dollars line the bottom of the ocean. With the water at my ankles I can see through the clear water to the bottom where hundreds of them lye dead. They used to be alive. Green and coarse like wet sand paper. For whatever reason there has been a sand dollar genocide. It is sad to know that once the hundreds of lifeless beings that lye before me used to all be alive and something killed them. When people die they become pale, white, lifeless. When sand dollars die their color turns from green to white. It is a sad thing, death. Whether it be a person or a small creature that barely moves or makes a sound when it was alive.

"All I kept wondering was if you could see me, hear me. Know how much I was missing and needing you."

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