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A Chestnut Shell

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On a pleasant autumn day, before the bright sun had began to shine over the fresh forest, I took a walk up a hill. Walking up the fragrant hill, I tripped upon a group of sumptuous ripe chestnuts. But not long after, my eyes fell upon a sole shell spiked to neglect foreignness. Of the many plentiful shells, I had seen, what happened to be, just the empty shell. But an empty shell would not mean it is any worse than the richly packed shells. It is just as or even more independent and unique. There is nothing that the shell can lean on for support. It only has itself to make it self-reliant and thus confident of itself. This solitary brown shell made me learn a little more about myself. Although I may seem like just a bare frame, insecure and isolated, because of those seemingly cruel and unfavorable yet soothing conditions, I am actually able to have a more of a prominent personality.