At Loggerheads with the Storm

Beneath mottled shells of dreary, setting suns we bury instruments in living sands; digital treasures to map the edges of existence. Caressing your carapace as we wave you from our ships; deep-sea buoys to dredge the ocean of her tempestuous secrets.   Back on land we watch as you coast …

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Sex Change

Besides the tranquil sea and sun-bleached sand, The turtles find a place to make their nest; Probing the rolling crescents of the land, To find a place where incubation’s best. Now buried like a golf ball in a dune, The eggs begin to undergo great change; To their surroundings they …

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