Blog Blogger: CAM CRUSH bent down to retrieve one of my sought after treasures ¡V the tiny, perfect shell of some unknown and unfortunate mollusk. The fragile shell, just as many others, would soon find itself encased in a layer of gold and dangling from a chain in my shop. The resulting baubles are purchased by tourists and spend their days gracing the warm cleft between soft breasts. I daresay I do this shell a favor. Nestled between those sensuous mounds, it will be treasured as a memory of a warm, summer day. If left on the beach, it would only disintegrate into the fine grit that clings to my bare feet.
