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On Rarotonga, in the Cooks, an oasis guarded by coral reefs—   adrift in the vast blue ocean.   Open, unyielding, yet few   can approach.   Only those who know the way.   At Manawatāwhi, Demoiselles and Māomao —names painted on fish—   dart as bottlenose dolphins leap.   Even the strong succumbs to storms. The mourning mother   will never see her son again. He lies on the shallow white sand,   now nature’s artifact.   And the sorrow of loss lingers only   in those who echoed.
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Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
The loneliest tree in the world (and the liveliest names of beings)
On Rarotonga, in the Cooks, an oasis guarded by coral reefs—   adrift in the vast blue ocean.   Open, unyielding, yet few   can approach.   Only those who know the way.   At Manawatāwhi, Demoiselles and Māomao —names painted on fish—   dart as bottlenose dolphins leap.   Even the strong succumbs to storms. The mourning mother   will never see her son again. He lies on the shallow white sand,   now nature’s artifact.   And the sorrow of loss lingers only   in those who echoed.
— inspired by Our Big Blue Backyard Season 3
sleepydori
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Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
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