Phoebe being cute π
I hopped down from the wide bench to explore the warm terracotta tiles in the corner of the veranda. Tucked behind a potted fern was a smooth, polished garden shell! βθ²ζ―εΎζ―!β The pearly spiral caught the afternoon light, shining in pale pink and cream. I hurried over, wrapping both arms around its smooth curve to roll it forward. It tipped gently with a soft scrape against the stone, revealing a hidden speck of glittering mica underneath. I sat right on the tile, tapping the spiral with pure delight!
