i recently got back from Tulum, Mexico. it was total magic and the beaches were full of little pieces of coral (dead and broken off of course).
i couldn't help myself though, every step i took on some sections of the beach were covered like carpet with this washed up coral and i just started hoarding and filling my pockets.
i don't know why i keep loading these plates with found objects, maybe my body is telling me i am deficient and need to eat them, but for now i will enjoy the memory of walking these beaches every time i see this coral.
by the way...i made it through customs with a gallon bag full of these little gems and did not get arrested. shwew!!