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  • "I was taking photographs of a bridge on a small beach in Acadia national park ME
    when I saw lot Shell in the sand, then I remembered"

    Growing up, my family had a giant shell in our living room
    It was one of the most beautiful "thing" in our house

    As a young boy,I use to hold "la chose", it felt big in my hands
    I can still feel the texture, the lines and the little holes in its body

    I use to wander where my parents got it

    Did they get it from a store? did someone make it?

    I knew for sure it was not made in Rwanda because its strange material

    It was not made of wood, clay or metal

    But it looked very close, in my opinion, to the porcelain cups on display above the family portraits.
    Except that the person who made the thing was not as good as the one who made the smooth and perfect mother's tea cups.

    On day my dad told me to put the thing close to my ear then the magic happened

    "It is called a Shell" my dad said "I found it on beach, longtime ego while I was traveling"

    I was transported by the mighty sound of waves

    Being in a landlocked country, I only saw the ocean in movies

    So the Shell became my only real connection to vast and mysterious oceans

    Now I have seen oceans. I have spent hours listening to the sound of waves crashing into cliffs

    Watch so many sunsets and sunrises

    From Santa Monica CA to Bar Harbor ME

    But it was only when I saw the Shell that I was transported back to my childhood

    I made a connection.

    The sound of the ocean has brought me back this childhood memory that I thought I lost.

    Thank you for helping me recover what It is precious to me.

    I am back home again.
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