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Walking along the beach, endless and endless miles
                                of seashore with time to explore.
Empty shells are all that I can see, so I pick them up
                                and carry them away with me.
Quite a collection I find I have, so I carry them for a safer place to be.
The sun beating down on them with a glimmer of light
                                that catches my eye.
More and more I find to carry with me, a salvation hard
                                to describe!
So much beauty, and so many different shapes.
But they all lay in such a commonplace.

As I carry these empty shells away with me,
The weight begins to slow me down.
So I sort through them one by one.
Each carries a moment in need.
Each one in different places I have found.
And each with a memory that has just begun.

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