The whale thought better and steered away from the shore.

I hurled a pearly conch into the surf and dropped backwards into the sand. Fiddler crabs filled the orchestra pit, their claws grinding salt and sand into no music. Two fronds breezed an applause, each clap sounding like "mock, mock, mock."

Alone, but not alone, the silence drowned by obstinate life.


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