From bottom of the beach tote on a Sunday:
- wilted petals from a flower picked by a boy, for me to smell and press.
- two filthy feathers, found by the same boy who took note of my penchant for such things at an early age and there fore finds it obligatory to stop and snag them all.
- baby's first shoe (s) / courtesy of Denise's mad thrifting skills.
- one lucky seashell that escaped the pile collected that day that got left behind at a parking lot by mistake.