Map - We were collecting shells like they were treasures, like they were fucking sweet.

There was nothing to do, and that was the beauty of the moment. ­ We walked on the sand, our feet wet, our hair tangled, and we bent down to pick up bits of ocean. Ugly, broken, shiny, perfect shells. ­ We kept them like secrets, as if they were treasures. ­ And it was sweet. ­ Damn that was sweet. 📏 Format: A6 — to fit in the palm like a small souvenir 📄 Paper: 300g — as sturdy as pebbles 🖨️ Printing: Front with sweet memories, back with address and stamp space, and space to tell what you don't want to forget Send to: - You, child - The person with whom you collected these treasures - Someone who needs raw sweetness