Font: Oswald, Ocean Sunshine, and Orange Typewriter Words: A seashell washed ashore, a gift from the tides, Whispers of distant lands it softly confides. Its gentle curves, a testament to grace, As it holds the ocean's breath within its embrace. Whispering tales of seafarers and mermaids' lore, Of shipwrecks, sunken treasures, and sandy shores. In its spiral labyrinth, a journey unfurls, Through the vastness of oceans, to the end of the world. --Robert Frost
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