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"His ordinary voice sounded like a whisper after the harsh note of the conch. He laid the conch against his lips, took a deep breath and blew once more. The note boomed again, and then at his firmer pressure, the note, fluking up an octave, became a strident blare more penetrating than before." William Golding, "LORD OF THE FLIES, 1954
A rather pretty sight for all ages and it seemed to draw more children to it than The Giver Tree House. Do you think it might have been the sand.
The kitty justice is the next time these children visit the sea and see a conch will they remember climbing around inside this shell?
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Cute post.
Hugs,
Betsy
I did not go near the entrance because I would not have been able to stop myself from crawling in. The biggest oldest kid around. LOL Peace
Lovely display...unique!
Many years ago someone offered me a big, real conch shell. I keep it as an ornament. Sometimes, I put it to my ear and it gives me a thrill to hear the sound (whisper) of the sea.
Thanks and Peace
Duta
I like your story and the occasional listen to the sea. Peace