Beach Processing

We earned a concerted day channeling the sand from a quagmire’s feet.
Youthful brown fishlings found their way to the sea, their deaths.
We spent an effort to have them spirited away by the waves and protection.

I have not seen any of us in years, since I swam in the ocean.

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