Creatures Stephanie Powell They smell of the ocean approaching the light like new soldiers in unsure rows surrounded by a conflict- mile of sand and spinifex. The timid feet, the sun broken open and pouring pink into the sea. How can they see where they’re going? That is my sister asking, we are only children we cannot know that they are trained in bloodlines to walk the same way this time every evening because oceans are dangerous especially for small animals. We will learn eventually how we find safety for ourselves, as fishes eat each other and multiply behind our feet.
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