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Small Fry

Small fry Fingerlings are playing among seagrass in shallow water they stop when the big shadow of an adult passes overhead sometimes they play is so exciting they forget and end swallowed whole by a fish that knows no mercy. Alas, the tiny fry has a short memory and soon leave the seagrass attracted by shiny pebbles shines like nuggets of gold on a summer day. The play stops as it just like old school friends drift apart to other seas and too smart to anyone bearing false bait. There are no promises for elderly fish when finally caught a fishmonger awaits them or the supermarket’s frozen counter displayed in all their faded glory

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