Did you know that stuck in a seashell's curve is the essence of whispers? When the world got too noisy, my grandmother taught me to listen to those whispers. It’s like holding the ocean in your palm. And let me tell you, it often speaks of far-off places and dreams untold.
Last week, while the sun dipped below the horizon, casting glimmers across the waves, I found a tiny shell. Giving it a gentle shake, I could’ve sworn it echoed a voice... A bit like a distant sailor:
"Land ho or sail slow, never know until you row."Sounds poetic, doesn’t it? Or maybe I was just daydreaming under the twilight sky.
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