La Mer. Beyond the sea. Some where waitin’ for me. Yeah, that’s not quite how it goes.
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La Mer. Beyond the sea. Some where waitin’ for me. Yeah, that’s not quite how it goes.
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Fond memories of the sea shore now that it’s getting cold out.
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Found the hermit crab on the beach in St. George. They’ll use almost anything for a shell. It turns out that they follow a fashion cycle just like us. As they grow, they get bigger shells. How they choose depends on supply. A few years ago there was a shortage of shells. Good for the shells’ owners. Bad for the hermit crab population. This year a spiky spiral shell was in abundance, so that’s what they were all wearing on St. George Island. Mine, however, shopped on Madison Avenue for her fine urchin skirt.
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Sometimes you feel like you’ve sat somewhere so long you’ll grow barnacles. This ring makes that happen sooner. 3 conchs surround a dozen arthropods in resin.
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The sea biscuit (not the horse, the shell) had the same problem as the pink umbonium shells — it floats. I came back to my resin 8 hours later to find the sea biscuit trying to escape. The red stuff was some sponge that washed ashore. It was velvety red when I found it. Drying in the sun, it got a little dull. The resin brought back the wet color.
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