When you hold a seashell to your ear, you hear the sound of the sea. I wonder who first said that? As a child, I found it strange that I could indeed hear something like waves crashing. I imagined the source of the sound deep within the spiral, or perhaps a hidden hole leading to a distant southern island. Seashells have a mysterious charm. Their iridescent interiors feel empty yet somehow full of sound, the scent of the sea, the memory of life, or even layers of time.
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