How many years have passed now, for I cannot tell. The dark blue of the waters surrounding me blot out time, and space itself. I am alone, laying here, my shell acheing for movement, my soul frightened for my life.
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I rejoice! I am not alone in this area, for I have seen another shell friend, who I assume accidentally drifted out this far. Its a lovely pearly white shell, with a slight purple tint. Its round though. It's near, but I cannot converse with it, for it is just out of voice reach. But I still know, I am not alone in this blue abyss, I am filled with a warm sense of hope.
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The silence of a seashell.
Teen FictionThis beautiful story covers the tragic life of a poor soul, you will find yourself in this book. Its soul touching, and an emotion breaker.
