I love beachcombing. Walking along, mind empty, looking for pretty things. Funny enough, a lot of the beaches along the eastern seaboard of Australia are so pristinely beautiful with such fine sand that many of them have nary a shell to be seen. But I was in luck in Emu Park, not only was the beach 25 meters from where I was car camping, there were tons of shells. And even in the spots where it looked like there weren't shells.....
.....there were tons of shells.....
....teeny tiny itsy bitsy shells....
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lovely!
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