Sea of Shells

That star now buried in a sea of shells, hid a rare oyster and a luminous pearl. Though the outer layer be dirtied by feet, hidden in it's midst was a master at his seat. He'd watched and waited with what had come to pass - those irritated by the grain of sand, how it had endured and could last. Ignorant of the beauty he held within his hand, for what they now could not remove or discard as merely sand improve it they must, he would make them understand. For this pearl was no diamond, but richer than any gold through him, the keeper's eye, a real story had been told.

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