At low tide, Asha walked along the beach with her toes sinking into wet sand and her pockets full of tiny shells. She loved listening to them, even though people said the sound was just the ocean echoing inside.
The Whispering Shell
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At low tide, Asha walked along the beach with her toes sinking into wet sand and her pockets full of tiny shells. She loved listening to them, even though people said the sound was just the ocean echoing inside.