Coastal dreams of Crucita... Sunsets to set your heart by... A lifetime to reminisce.
The day the turtle washed up was a sad one. Its huge green shell somehow seemed paler in death and its scaly skinned face and limbs lay languid, like he'd just decided to *stop* at that precise moment. I thought I should take a moment to share some words, a farewell. Standing, head bowed, I tried to think of something fitting to say.
An interuption, somehow predictable, in the form of a rabid looking, so-skinny-I-could-see-its-bones, dog wandered over, sniffed at the unmoving reptile...then proceeded to Wee all over it. Quite comfortably. Satisfied, he sniffed one last time and sauntered over to the fishing boats.
Somehow...the moment for paying my respects was redundant.
Back to the sea.
Goodbye Turtle.
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