Sometimes when beachcombing, you find awesome seashells. Sometimes you find washed-up seaweed. Sometimes you even find dead sea monsters.
But sometimes you just find a big hole full of water.
You can't take it home with you, but I bet it would be swell to climb into and sit in on a hot day with a six pack of Bell's Two-Hearted, a Kindle, and some gator jerky.
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