The ocean told a secret today, but I forgot the punchline. It wasn't so much a wave as a whisper. Who wrote the sea’s memoirs? Maybe dolphins.
Disclaimer: Sea sounds may have been exaggerated. Don't try to make shells speak; they're notoriously tight-lipped.
Why does driftwood become woodchips the moment you try to build a fortune? Perhaps, it's because fortifications need more than just bark and daydreams.
Or look closer: Dune Dialogues
If I ask a crab for directions, will it pinch my sanity? Just curious. Searching for sandy Wi-Fi, signed your ever-distracted beachcomber.
Waves carry tales unheard, except when seagulls interrupt with unsolicited chirps. Please, no public cockle disagreements.