Where I just got back from.
I think one of the shells I picked up is still alive. Or there's something still alive inside it. I'll find out soon, I guess, because I just washed the sand off of them in my bathroom sink and laid them out on the top of the cabinet to dry.
Seashells are my favorite shapes on planet earth--the ultimate in form/function harmony. I love how the snail-y ones feel top-heavy where the coil gets denser, how they sit so perfectly in the palm of your hand.
If something slithers out of one of them, I'll die. I'll weep with fear.
I don't do well with crawling or slithering things.
Seashells are my favorite shapes on planet earth--the ultimate in form/function harmony. I love how the snail-y ones feel top-heavy where the coil gets denser, how they sit so perfectly in the palm of your hand.
If something slithers out of one of them, I'll die. I'll weep with fear.
I don't do well with crawling or slithering things.