They are swimmers having left the sea within me for the one outside where I cannot control who they meet or temperature or tides, moving beyond my distances fleeing this sliver of land farming oyster, kelp and salmon singing songs I cannot hear, closing water from their membraned ears diving deep with wide membraned hands and feet and larger lungs to meet the deep my little fishies I would coo and then tadpoles as they grew, ever more me ever something else to dream the world where wet supplanted dry is to see them change and challenge and survive
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