My brother was a child of the sea — water ran through his spirit, wild and gentle all at once. Seashells remind me of him… each one quietly radiant, no two alike, shaped by tides and time. He was that way too. The water was his home, and now, it’s where I feel him most. I miss him in waves.
These pieces are made with gold-filled hardware, a brass moon, and genuine aventurine. The shells are left exposed — fragile, like memory. Please handle with care.
My brother was a child of the sea — water ran through his spirit, wild and gentle all at once. Seashells remind me of him… each one quietly radiant, no two alike, shaped by tides and time. He was that way too. The water was his home, and now, it’s where I feel him most. I miss him in waves.
These pieces are made with gold-filled hardware, a brass moon, and genuine aventurine. The shells are left exposed — fragile, like memory. Please handle with care.
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