We are castaways, alone on a desert island, well not really, but there is a sense of secludedness on Shell Key. There is no boredom, the mysteries of a receding tide taunt; the "Great Pirate Shell Hunter" Marissa is up and gone; she is on the hunt for the perfect shell.
Siting back with coffee in hand watching the morning unfold, these are the days my friend, these are the days.
to be continued...
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Perfect!!
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