The fish, panting convulsively, begged for his life.

But Providence could stand no more.

Soon, part of the raft was completely submerged in water.

I was home again, drifting in the ocean of my ancestors.

I am just a fish who grew lungs, but never learned how to breathe.

Life, I learned, was never fair.

I pretended not to notice.

I sat beside him.

And the moonbeams kiss the sea.

But the moonbeams’ kiss can never reach me,

because my sinking legs never learned how to swim.



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