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It sighed again the shark. Spitting out yet more fun gleeful humans thrilled at its unreal teeth.
Driftwood on a beach. How did it get here? From where? When? Why this beach? Why this day? And also, that it arrived, on the foam, with a bounty of neon green moss, stubbornly shining a light in the soggy sand. A beacon. Life will out.