The shell at the beach sat under the dry, hot sand. It's sharp edges cuttinh whoever may step on it just like a knife. Leaving a little wet, red drop of blood on it. Waiting to get picked up and kept in a collection of beautiful, pricesless shells. Or sucked back out into the deep, beautiful sea. But sadly it just sinks deeper in the beach sand as if it was quick sand.
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