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Turtles Lives, Our Lives
Today started out looking like this: perfect. The day stayed that way, as days do.
The rising sun and a pair of very enthusiastic holiday makers discovered a turtle nest and were happy to share the news about it. These women had been on the beach the previous evening, and they had the good fortune of seeing the mama turtle who had come ashore to lay her eggs. It seemed to me the nest site had the shape of a turtle. Sadly, the ghost crabs found their way to breakfast pretty quickly.
Here are mama's tracks from the ocean and back again.They take the shape of the nucleic acid double helix. Here beings life; here beings all life; here we are. I have some choice words for the free-loading crabs, but then, they remind us that life is worth fighting for.