Posts by Jory Anast

Hunting Conch Shells

Some memories have archives, and these exist in a book I kept when I was seven.

I would pay my way in the world by selling conch shells to tourists off of the edge of a jetty on Petite Martinique. My business partners were my older sister and my younger brother. and I made quite a profit – it’s hard for anyone to resist that pink perfection of a Caribbean shell forever playing the ocean against your ear.

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