Conch

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By Albert Ahearn

A seashell was the greatest find for an eight year old at the time. A conch shell was the most prized sought elusive more often than not. But when it’s found the finder gains a worth much more than Mary Jane’s and bubblegum he could wish for from any corner candy store. Within its aperture is filled with sounds of surf and sea that thrills his mind when pressed against his ear then shared among his childhood peers this brightly colored spiral shell where once a spineless mollusk dwelled.

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