All the way from Fiji,
From the deep ocean blue
She came to me
Tight, black thread,
Around the fish one - turtle's neck,
A baby clinging to her back,
As though trying desperately to stay on.
She sighs in relief when I put her back in her home,
Water
Swishing and swaying in the water
As the sun beats down heavily
It's untouchable in her home
The sun can't hurt her or her young one
She is free.



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