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at the beach i found a magic shell, so i brought it home in my pail; and i kept it up on my top bookshelf right under the picture whale. and now, whenever i wish i were back there by the shining sea, i hold the shell up close to my ear, till it brings the beach to me: all the hushing sound and the rushing sound of the seashore winds and waves are caught in my shell that i brought home. | 
