It lay there, head in the sky, gazing at the radiance. Its tail was still in the ocean of thought, the gentle waves urging it back where it belonged…
The gaps in the waves had always been there; they were the rhythm of life. But it had never thought to use them as a way through.
To beauty, certainly. The sights and sounds and smells of newness were all around him, the warm sand beneath. But it was a different newness. It lay there, laughing at the thought that newness could be new. The sea began to analyse this for him, pulling it, gently, back into its waves, but it pushed out its hands and grasped the glittering sand, and breathed deep the air that could only be new… and knew it was home.
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