Well, not really.  But the wind and the waves have covered enough of this stone to leave the remaining part looking like a salted cashew.  Or some kind of bean whose name I don’t know. It’s also curious how the sand has cracked around the edges.

Cracked around the edges.  I feel like that sometimes.  A bit delicate and vulnerable around the edges, eh?  Need some shoring up, perhaps.  At the shore.  I missed my walk today, can you tell?