TurtleFloating. He likes floating, there in his bubble of lazy slowness and light. There is no hurry, the place where he’s headed will still be there in another hour. Slowly, languidly, left leg, right leg. Up for air, down again. Repeat the process. What’s that? Somewhere to the side, look. It’s a bit foggy, can’t see it just yet. Oh well, not important. Back to floating. Follow the same route, over and over. Always. Movement again. Closer now, too close. Can’t look fast enough. Teeth! The shark . . . Retreat! Inside, it’s safe. He has armor, the shark will get tired, he’s too big for its mouth. He’ll go awaTurtle
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