“Shell, maam. Souvenir, sir.”

I love this imperfect shell. I found it somewhere in Panglao, Bohol. Sometimes, I wonder: If the shell were not imperfect, if it still had its complete parts, would I have picked it up? Probably, not. In fact, somebody would've picked it, place it in a basket filled with other "perfect" shells, and take it … Continue reading “Shell, maam. Souvenir, sir.”