For some, placing the shells in a site that they loved helped to ease the loss of leaving or losing a place they have cherished. For others, leaving them to the elements was too casual, too painful, or too risky; their lives have been so full of loss, uncertainty or movement that holding on to a few of the shells was what they needed to do most.  In this way the shells seem to be able to heal a wound just through the pleasure they give, the way they feel in the hand.  Holding on to them, however briefly, seems to satisfy a valid and necessary need. I gave the shells away; the project isnít mine, itís for those who participate.    I wanted people to do with them what felt right, and if keeping some of them was essential then that was and is just fine too.