I rescued a whole collection of dried seahorses from my mother's 70s bead collection.  They've spent the last thirteen years safely sequestered in a silk scarf with the rest of my . . . odds and ends.  When I unwrapped them, these two fell out intertwined.  They seemed so frightened to me, clinging to one another.  It was the perfect sentiment for this, so I grabbed my glue and set to preserving their embrace. (Rereading this it sounds so incredibly cheesy.  But then, what is art if it isn't a little cheesy here and there?)