...because I like always having a shell in my pocket. Just one, in case I meet a talkative (or shy) (or in between) four-year-old. They're fun to give away.
But then, there were so many on the beach. And they were all so different. So beautifully unique. Each one its own little universe.
So I took thirteen shells.
Was I being greedy,
Published: May 1, 2017 | Filed under: Because